Disclaimer: No, no…they're not mine but obviously I'm theirs, always.
WOW: Pressure (Happy Birthday Miyo! – she requested a Dean-having-trouble-breathing fic)
Word count: 150 words - when it comes to Dean with a panic attack, the word count immediately goes down the drain. And it's a birthday gift after all.
Nothing Else Matters
"Dean!"John held his eldest's face in his hands - wild green eyes were looking at him, unfocused. Dean was gasping for air, desperate to breathe. Blue lips trembled violently, sending shivers down John's spine. "Breathe slowly now!"
Dean was not responding to his order –he doubted Dean even heard him at all. Dean's chest, which John had kept a steady pressure on with one hand, heaved up and down rapidly.
"Deannie…" Sammy crept onto the bed, face drawn with worry.
Dean turned towards his little brother's voice. His eyes searched frantically for Sammy.
"Follow me." The youngest, knowing his job, started guiding Dean to breathe. He breathed in and out slowly – all the time his little hand holding Dean's.
And the wild green eyes calmed.
And Dean's chest moved in steady rhythm.
And the gasping eased to soft wheezing.
And Dean was asleep.
But the hands remained entwined.