TWO HALVES OF THE SAME WHOLE

Two separate but related drabbles of brotherly angst for FallenAngel218's birthday. Happy birthday x

Also, happy birthday to Mad Alless; I'm afraid I ran out of time to produce a happy boys drabble for you, will try to put something together next week :)

Distance cannot separate our favourite brothers; they are two halves of the same whole.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I can (and do) dream.

First Half

xxxxx

'Dean ... Dude ... shit, man ... Dude ... Dean, talk to me ...'

The voice emanated from Dean's phone which lay, flung by accidental force, in the wrecked space of the passenger footwell; reedy as a mosquito's whine, it was barely audible over the hissing steam spewing from the Impala's crumpled radiator.

Deafened by his own pounding heartbeat, Dean's slumped body throbbed with shallow, panting breaths; blinded and overwhelmed by the pain from sternum violently meeting steering column.

Vision swimming with blood-tinted concussion, Dean's consciousness began to drift.

Until ...

The distant wail of sirens prompted the faintest of smiles.

"S-Sammy, knew you'd come."

xxxxx

tbc