[Sammy stops on the hill, the trees behind him beautiful and lush and green, just as the memory dictated. He turns and waves at Dean, beckoning him to follow. It seems slow — the waving, the soft rustle of the leaves, the speed in which Dean can even move. Time is impossibly difficult to keep up with, and Sam's voice distorts, echoes through a tin can in Dean's ears.]
Over here, Dean! It's this way!
[And then, sharply, Sammy's leg goes out from under him. His belly hits the ground with a soft thump as the air punches out of him, leaves crunching beneath, leg dangling in the air as if on fishing line. Blood wells and spills as he looks at the big brother running towards him; scrabbling at the dirt, one word is dragged out with him as the invisible beast pulls him into the thick forest:]
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Over here, Dean! It's this way!
[And then, sharply, Sammy's leg goes out from under him. His belly hits the ground with a soft thump as the air punches out of him, leaves crunching beneath, leg dangling in the air as if on fishing line. Blood wells and spills as he looks at the big brother running towards him; scrabbling at the dirt, one word is dragged out with him as the invisible beast pulls him into the thick forest:]
Dean!