A/N: So, I wrote this a while ago and kind of forgot about it. I kind of felt like whumping Sam for a change. Hope you guys like it; any feedback is appreciated!

Blood and Fear

Blood.

It was everywhere.

Surrounded him.

He could smell it.

And the worst part was that it wasn't his.

"Sam!"

Untying the knots.

Trying to free Sam.

Sam, who was tied up and bloody.

Sam, who was unconscious and pale.

Sam, who wasn't moving.

"Sam!"

The limp body fell into his awaiting arms.

Cradling his brother.

Telling him "everything's going to be alright".

Swallowing away the lump in the back of his throat.

Chasing away the fear that Sam was not going to be alright.

A cough.

A slight movement in his arms.

And Dean finds he is able to breathe again.

"Dean?"