"sam!"
sam didn't have to hear dean shout to run. he jumped over rotting logs and around trees still trying to obstruct his way. he tripped on a root, already getting back up by the time he realised he'd fallen.
"sam!"
he sounded like parker did. he needed sam just like everyone else had.
he was going to die. sam could feel. he'd lost enough people to know what was going to happen next.
he could see dean. he was almost in reach of grabbing him. he'd told him this was a dumb idea. they'd never been good at hunting actual creatures. wendigos were too much. they were human, so they were erratic, and at the same time they were anything but human. they were going off pure primal instinct with pleasure from teasing.
sam tripped again, this time slamming face-first into the cold, soft earth. he'd missed dean. he was gone. it wasn't a joke this time--the violent words were deans--all the sounds were dean's. no matter what he did it would't bring dean back.
he felt himself sob. he couldn't save dean, he couldn't save parker, he couldn't save their mother or their father or ruby or ellen or jo. he couldn't save bobby or castiel. he couldn't save himself.
