AU HOME. DEAN DOESN'T MAKE IT UP THE STAIRS IN TIME. THIS HAS PROBABLY BEEN DONE BEFORE BUT I AM GOING TO TRY TO MAKE IT ORIGINAL
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He's on the ground, struggling against the tightening cord which is fast cutting off his breath.
"Dean!" he tries to call when his struggles fail to rip the cord from off his neck. It comes out as a strangled noise. Its another breath of air wasted one, Sam knows, he desperately
needs. He can feel his arms getting weaker and his scrabbles to get the cord off slow. One arm flops down to his side. He can't lift it. His head is getting lighter and sppots are
dancing in front of his vision. His other arm falls slowly to the floor, against his will. He can't lift it again. He knows he is dying. He wants to breath, to suck in the air to his lungs but
he can't. It's impossible.
"Dean," he thinks, knowing he can't be heard "help!,"
Sam loses consciousness and his head falls to one side limply. His chest rises and falls. The movements get smaller and smaller each time until, finally, his chest is still. Sam
Winchester has stopped breathing.
Dean whistles at the sight of the table he has just crawled out from behind of. It looks like an ugly sort of hedgehog. A knife wobbles here and there and the silver glints ominously as
it catch's the light. Dean looks at it for a second and chuckles. Wheeling around, he says,
"Nice try," to no-one in particular.
Dean knows how close he came to being minced. Just a fraction of a second more- He shakes his head. God this house really is pissed! Sams face explodes in Deans mind. He
curses himself for not remembering sooner and heads to the stairs. He took the stairs two at a time, wondering what the hell he would find.
Dean makes it to the bedroom in three bounds. He sees Sam, lying there, still and silent with a cord wrapped around his neck, and he's frozen.
"Sammy," He falls to his knees after he rushes to his brothers side. "Come on Sammy," he scooped him up, praying for a his brother to be okay. At the same time, he knew. He
knew as soon as he realised as he saw him lying on the floor. Sam would have called for him- Sam would have-
"Please," he begged. "Please, no."