"Dean, can you open your eyes for me?" Sam never let go of his brother's arm. His heart pounded painfully inside his chest.
This wasn't good at all. He swallowed hard, his gaze briefly traveling to the young librarian next to him. Her face mirrored the same concern as Sam's.
Where the hell was this fucking ambulance?
Dean's gaze was glassy and unfocused, lids only on half-mast.
"Dean, hey, you with me?" A nod. "Since when did your side hurt?"
A slight shrug. "Couple of days…"
Sam couldn't say anything. Suddenly the EMTs were there, and with them a rush of action.
TBC….