Never Letting Go of a Good Thing

“Sam, Sam! Sammy….stay wi-” Dean gasped. “Stay with me. Can you stay with me, please?” He begged.“Okay, yeah. Yeah. I’m here Dean, I’m here. Not going anywhere.” Sam swallowed harshly, his hands frozen over his cellphone as Dean exhaled and rested his head against the beam behind him. Sam’s thoughts seemed to move faster than he could process them. Dean’s injuries were beyond what he could fix with the first aid kit and too serious to move him for the moment. Help wouldn’t arrive in time, either. Sam thought about Cas daily, but it was times like this that made Sam really miss him and his healing mojo. As always, thinking about the angel reminded Sam of-“Jack-” Sam suddenly blurted. “I’m gonna pray to him, okay Dean? Dean,” Sam said forcefully, fear leaking into his tone. He none too gently slapped Dean’s face. “Dean.”Dean jerked, eyes opening. “‘M awake. Praying, Jack. ‘S good plan.”