“Dean!”
No no no.
“Dean!”
In the distance, Sammy is yelling his name. It comes to Dean’s ears over and over and over again, rushed, pained, as ragged and indistinct as the ground he’s dragging over. He sucks in air to yell back-Run, Sam! Go! Get Dad!-but a bouncing rock against his ribs steals all his wind.
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