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Ten
Ten seconds were all it took. Ten seconds of Sam taking his eyes of Dean, squinting into the dark for just a glimpse of the creature they were hunting. Ten seconds of distraction, and Dean was gone, leaving behind nothing but the echo of a scream and the familiar feeling that something had gone desperately, desperately wrong.
Nine
What followed were the worst nine minutes of Sam’s life, running through the forest, franticly calling his brothers name, the panic in his chest making him reckless. He almost fell over him, he was so still, lying in the shadow of a large yew tree, dirt and blood covering every inch of Dean’s body.
Eight
Eight words, eight small lies of reassurance were spoken, as Sam knelt next to the lifeless form of his brother, desperately searching for pulse. Sam wasn’t sure whether they should comfort him, or Dean.
Seven
Seven deep claw marks littered Dean’s body, along with numerous cuts and bruises. The ground around him turned a dark red, as his life bleed out from under Sam’s hands.
Six
Six short seconds of consciousness, six seconds of pain-filled eyes, clenching hands, and a whispered “Don’ leave, S’mmy”.
Five
Five hundred meters to the Impala, five hundred meters of dragging Dean to the car, his heart clenching at every groan and whimper.
Four
Sam hadn’t even been driving for four minutes, before a sighed “Sammy” caused him to hit the breaks, tires squealing, alarm bells going of in his head.
Three
Three last breaths were taken,
Two
Two green eyes closed forever,
One
And only one remained.