Happy birthday fic for Miyo86!! Enjoy.

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Dean couldn't breathe.

Felt like, someone was sitting on his chest.

Bright lights.

Too many voices.

"stabilize him… broken ribs..."

"Intubate…Dr."

Dean groaned.

Where was he, and why was everyone yelling?

"Need more… blood loss."

"Why are they poking me?" he thought.

"I need help. Sammy, where was Sam?"

""

Lights flashed before his eyes and he remembered.

The train, no, the truck, It was a truck. It had slammed into them.

A familiar face appeared at his side and suddenly all was calm.

"Pressure's falling…we're losing him."

"Dad?"

"It's ok Dean, you're not going to suffer anymore. You're home."