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"Dean! Dean!" Sam cried and sprinted towards his elder brother who was slumped over and completely lifeless in the puddle of murky water. "Hey, hey, hey." He worriedly muttered, praying for a response. Sam's fingers deftly moved to the base of Dean's throat to check for a pulse, while his other hand held him somewhat upright. Sam held his breath while his index and middle fingers lingered on Dean's carotid artery, waiting for a reassuring beat. None came.
"Come on, Dean." Sam whimpered, his eyes darting back and forth as the gravity of the current situation hit him like a forceful kick to the gut. He mentally reviewed resuscitation steps, muttering them in a whisper to himself. Sam hooked his arms around Dean's limp figure, pulling him out of the water and to a flat surface.
"Sh-shit." The curse slipped through Sam's lips as he tilted Dean's chin upward, opening the airway. Sam bent to check for breath that he knew wasn't there, before balling his hands together like he'd been taught to do numerous times in the past. He placed his hands above Dean's sternum and began the compressions.
Sam's breathing was erratic as he acted as Dean's heart, pressing his fists into the flesh above the organ rhythmically. At the end of thirty compressions, what seemed like an eternity to Sam, he leaned to give two breaths. He pressed his warm lips to the lips of his brother, which were tinged with a sickly blue color of oxygen-starved flesh now. Dean's chest rose and fell, a raspy exhale after each breath sounding through the air like nails on a chalkboard. Sam jerked himself back up vertically and continued his compressions.
"Please, Dean." Sam continued muttering pleads, tears beginning to well in his eyes. He felt one of Dean's ribs crack at the twenty-seventh compression of the third round of resuscitation. Sam hissed at the sound, breathless apologies dripping from his mouth as he continued.
Somewhere around six rounds, Sam heard a faint inhale from Dean. His eyes widened as his hands dropped to his side.
"Dean!" Sam called his brother's name, willing for a response. However, Dean was still unconscious, yet a new hope bloomed in Sam's chest.
Sam's ear dropped to Dean's chest, hearing a repetitive noise that vaguely resembled a heartbeat.