Don't ask…I am bored out of my mind right now so I wrote this. It's short and I really needed some h/c…forgive me. SNIsLove….this one is for you…your reviews…girl…thank you!

The title and the summary come from a song called Breathing Slowly by Crossfade. I own nothing…SPN or the song. Oh and I called the Impala a 'she' on purpose.

Enjoy…

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Sam could see the Impala shining in the spot where she was parked; he could see her sparkling in the midnight glow…her hood was almost white with the moonlight, her windows black, her tires firmly planted into the forest ground.

His eyes were burning; tears and sweat…

His chest was burning; pressure from the inside out…

His head was burning; everything was swaying left and right…

his heart was burning; no oxygen…

His body was shaking; little tremors up and down his body…

His lungs were starving; crying out for air…

His neck was straining; he could feel his veins bulging out from underneath the skin…

His knees were buckling; no strength left in his body to hold himself up…

His mind; was afraid.

Sam could see the Impala, could almost touch her and could almost feel her beneath his palm…all smooth and comforting.

But his eyes were watery, his lungs were on fire, his chest was constricting, his mouth was partly open, his throat was raw, his head was spinning, his cheeks were wet with tears, Dean's head was right in front of his eyes, partly blocking his view on the Impala, his brother's warm hands were holding his forearms and bringing him slowly down onto his knees. Slowly and steadily…he lost his control over his body and just…slipped down to his knees with Dean holding him, not letting him crash down.

Sam could almost smell the Impala, wanted to crawl into her and sleep or die.

When his knees hit the hard ground, he wanted to go on all fours, wanted to crawl beneath the leaves there and just die, but Dean was holding onto his forearms, not letting go…

He fought to find some kind of purchase somewhere, just so that he could stop the pain in his chest, the pain everywhere…his whole world was spinning, Dean's form was a blurry sight and the hold of his brother's hands on his forearms was becoming only a tingling sensation, and he knew deep down, that he was gonna pass out.

Sam could almost smell the Impala, wanted to breathe her in so badly…

When he finally got his hands working, he grabbed Dean's sleeve and dug his fingers into the fabric…wanting to scream. But he needed air to scream…air he wasn't getting enough off. His head fell forward onto Dean's chest, his forehead hitting the amulet and the pain was welcomed…anything to stop the pain in his chest…in his lungs, in his head, in his eyes.

Sam could almost feel the Impala's seat take him in, envelope him in its warmth…

…the pressure in his chest was unbearable, he couldn't catch enough air to satisfy his body…to stop the pain. When he raised his head away from Dean's chest, he saw that his brother's mouth was opening and closing, saying stuff he didn't know what do with, since he couldn't hear a damn thing…all silence, and a rush of blood in his ears. He could feel Dean's breath caress his cheeks and nose, but the words were just not coming to his ears. They got lost in the sound of his gasps and his wheezes and rustling of their clothes.

And suddenly the Impala seemed too far away, but his brother was right there whispering breathe slowly Sammy, just like I taught you.

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The End