Author: Tahirire
Type: Drabble, 100 words, ANGST
Warnings: This ain't a happy feeling
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Summary: Post s3. Dean is back. Not that that means anything.
Sam held Dean close, waiting to hear the sound he'd been dreaming of all this time. Slowly, it began.
Heartbeat.
Sam shook him, wanting, needing to see him move, to see life in those eyes.
Dean gasped, breathing again at last. Sam's eyes gleamed with tears. "Dean," he whispered.
Dean's eyes grew wide with horror. He screamed, pushing backwards until he hit the wall. He trembled violently.
"Dean, shh, I've got you, you're out. It's ok, it's me - Sam."
Dean shook his head. He saw the power. He knew the awful truth. "No," he rasped. "you're one of them."