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Realllly short update, but a needed one none the less…
"Stop trying Dean." Sam sighed "There is barely part of your brother left and what is there is crying in a corner beg--" Sam stopped abruptly becoming stiff as a board and staring straight ahead with his mouth slacked open.
"Sammy?" Dean asked softly
The pistol aimed at Dean dropped to the ground discharging and hitting a nearby lamp enveloping the room in darkness.
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Rushing from the floor Dean ran to the far wall flipping the switch and turning on the overhead light. Sam was on the ground between the two beds not moving, his eyes wide open staring into nothing.
Dean leaned over Sam taking his wrist to feel his heart rate and relaxed as he felt the steady thump.
"Ok, ok, thank God… he's not dead…not dead." Dean consoled himself
"Sammy, Sam. Can you hear me? Come on man blink or something…" Dean said shaking his brother's shoulders.
Sam was frigid in Dean's grasp as he tried to jog him into consciousness. He didn't know what was happening.
Sammy had over powered Sam; his brother was still inside of that body and he had fought for his rightful ownership thank the gods…
Staring into the ceiling Sam's nose began to bleed and his arms and legs began to spasm violently crashing into the night stand and bed posts.
Dean took a step back from his brother. "I can't help him…" he thought bowing his head in defeat.
"WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSE TO DO?!?!?" He yelled to no one in particular, his arms stretched out to his sides.
Sam was thrashing on the ground, blood from his nose smearing the carpet.
"WHY HIM?!? Why Sam?! Leave him alone!" Dean yelled grabbing Sam's ankles and dragging him into the middle of the room away from the threatening furniture.
Sam's body stopped thrashing when Dean had yanked him away from the bed and now resumed not moving while Dean hovered over Sam grasping his forearm with one hand and the other slapped the younger brother, his head lying on its side blood pooling under his cheek.
Sam rose his head slightly looking at Dean. His hazel eyes pooled with pain and defeat.
"Dean, you need to get help. I can't loose to this. Get help!" Sam spurted through clenched lips.
"Sammy, where can I get help?" Dean was filled with an overpowering amount of fear with a twinge of relief knowing that his brother was coherent and with him.
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