Supernatural: leapfrogging

Sam

Instinctively, I suck in large ballonfuls of air, the fight of flight reflex in me preparing me for the possibility that I may have just moments to live. Barely able to form a single thought in my head, as my vision clears I look up to see Dean standing over my body. "Dean!!" I splutter with remainder of the trapped air in my strained lungs.

Dean dives towards me then, leaning over me, muttering reassurances as he helps me to stand. "I gotcha, Sam..."

There's a rush as suddenly my lungs start to fill normally, "Thanks..." I pause for a moment to look at Dean's face more closely, and for a second I remind myself that it isn't my brother. "...Cas." He nods to me, accepting my moment of hesitation.

"What was that?"

"Witches..." He says, grimly. "Here, sit down..." He adds gruffly as he shows me to a chair and pours me so,e water. "Some kind of water tribe by the looks of the symbol on the bag," He explains, already using my laptop to look it up. I gulp down the water he gave me almost too fast, still finding it hard to form words after what had happened. I look at him, a question in my eyes, and thankfully he already knows the answer before I allow myself the time to even ask it. He smiles widely and taps at his temple, "Having Dean up here comes in mighty handy for all that 'heat of the moment' thinking.