Some deeply ingrained part of Sam wants to protest calling anyone, still clinging to the idea that ambulances and hospitals and simple doctor's appointments are an absolute last resort. But if there's ever been a last resort, this is it. Dean is dying, again, and Sam is powerless to stop it.
He's still crouched before his brother when Castiel swoops in, hands pressing, clutching and then-- then he's doing that angel thing again and Sam wants to watch, wants to take in the full force of this angelic creature. But the light is blinding and the sound is-- His hands fall from Dean to press at his ears, the vestiges of the blackened blood in his veins curdling.
It's over as quickly as it began, Sam's ears ringing as he blinks his eyes open again, the entire room eerily quiet.
But Dean's breathing.
It's pained and rattled but, fuck, Dean is breathing.
Fighting tears, Sam reaches out for Dean's hand, enveloping it both of his own and squeezing tight. "You're gonna be alright," he whispers. "Cas saved you, okay, Dean? You hear me. You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be just fine."
It still feels too early to be completely out of the woods, but Sam's had so little to hope for lately that he can't help clinging to this.
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Date: 2013-04-23 01:26 am (UTC)He's still crouched before his brother when Castiel swoops in, hands pressing, clutching and then-- then he's doing that angel thing again and Sam wants to watch, wants to take in the full force of this angelic creature. But the light is blinding and the sound is-- His hands fall from Dean to press at his ears, the vestiges of the blackened blood in his veins curdling.
It's over as quickly as it began, Sam's ears ringing as he blinks his eyes open again, the entire room eerily quiet.
But Dean's breathing.
It's pained and rattled but, fuck, Dean is breathing.
Fighting tears, Sam reaches out for Dean's hand, enveloping it both of his own and squeezing tight. "You're gonna be alright," he whispers. "Cas saved you, okay, Dean? You hear me. You're gonna be alright. You're gonna be just fine."
It still feels too early to be completely out of the woods, but Sam's had so little to hope for lately that he can't help clinging to this.