Something caught his foot and he fell, crashing to the floor with a thud.
He fought, panic pouring through his body, gripping him with hot tendrils of fear.
"Lemme go, son of a bitch… get off…"
He stared into a blinding light, feeling hands holding him down…
"Dean! For God's sake, stop struggling."
Sammy?
He blinked, watching his brother free his foot from the straps of a backpack.
"Crap", he panted, not sure if he should feel embarrassed or relieved.
"Yeah", Sam confirmed grimly, drawing his fingers from the straps and examining them under the light.
They glistened with blood.