A/N: Merry Christmas all! I have to admit this one is more "Have Youself a Merry Little Christmas" (The saddest Christmas song ever) but it wanted to be written. Love to all my family here. E/O word: Red

A/N II: Yes, there is another chapter Virginia. And Yes this is NOT DEATH FIC, thought you might want to know.

Time In A Bottle

The red-tinged gray haze of pain was there, it was always there now. Dean was more aware this time, but he knew, without a doubt, he wouldn't manage to get his eyes open.

"Sam?"

"Here, Dean," his brother answered him immediately as always.

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Sam's soft voice was full of tears.

"What day is it?"

"Monday, Dean."

"Monday still or Monday again?"

"Monday still." He felt Sam's hand on his arm.

"Good, more time left."

"Yeah."

"Not much," Dean said, the haze reaching for him.

"No." It was a sob.

The haze pulled him away from Sam again.