Breathe

Happy Birthday to Indigo Night!

I thought I owned them for a sec. Then I forgot how to breathe.

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Sam dropped to Dean's side, grasped the faded denim at Dean's chest. Pushed his palms against Dean's sternum in a steady violent rhythm.

"Breathe."

Felt Dean's heart start furious beneath his hands. His eyes open wide.

Heard the loud gasp as Dean drew air, choked out lake water.

"Breathe."

Saw Dean lay back. Couldn't relax even as Dean knit his fingers into Sam's soaked t-shirt.

"I'm breathing."

And Dean's comforting him pulling Sam's head into Dean's chest as Sam's own voice frantically begs for Dean's breath. Begs until Dean's pressing fingers to Sam's lips, whispering.

"I'm breathing, Sammy. I'm breathing."