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The doctor looks between all of you, clipboard pressed against her chest.
"When his airway was cut off, his body went into a shock response," she says. "His breathing slowed. His heart rate dropped. With the blood loss, it made him appear much closer to death than he was."
Dean stares at her for a second. "So he was only mostly dead."
Sam closes his eyes. "Dean."
A laugh slips out of you.
"Thanks for the clarification, Miracle Max."
Sam turns his head toward you. His face is pale, but his eyes are softer now. "Don't encourage him."
"As you wish," you answer.
Sam looks at you for a moment. His mouth curves into something that's not quite a smile but almost.