Phone Call

        The stab in your stomach keeps sending waves of sharp pains through your whole body.  You pull out your phone and dial a number.  You dial the only number you have memorized.

        "Hello?" A voice says. 

        "Hey," You say and you smile with the sound of his voice.

        "Are you okay?" He asks.

        "Yeah, Sam, I'm fine.  Just checking in."

        "Alright, what's up?" Sam asks.

        "Not much, baby."

        "I love you so much, Sammy..."

        "You never call me Sammy... Are you sure everything is fine?" He asks, worried.

        "Yeah," You wince as another wave of pain hits you.

        "You're the best man in the entire world, you know that, right?"

        He chuckles a little on the other end. 

        "Sam Winchester, I..." You can no loner speak.

        You drift off to a sleep slowly. 

        "Are you okay!?" Sam yells.

        You don't answer.  You can't.  All you can do is listen.  You can't move; you can't talk; nothing.  You stop breathing.  You drift ino what Sam's brother, Dean, would've called "Lala-land."

        You think to yourself.