Breathe Lightly by @astrasperas (nhixxie)
Dean’s fingers grip nervously against the clutch. “I chose emerg so I can ready myself for the time that you'd come in. I chose it so that I can make sure I'd be the first set of hands.”
“So I can make sure nobody's gonna fucking give up on you just because of a five-second flat line.” he says.
The traffic eases quite a bit, and Cas feels the car move forward.
Dean shrugs slightly, as if the words from his mouth are the most obvious thing in the world. “Because if there's someone who has to send one hundred fifty joules of electricity through your body, or break your ribs as a result of continuous CPR—I'd rather it be me.”
They take a left, and then another.
“I know I can't save you, because you can't save you. But I'd rather be right here anyway. Just because you're dying doesn't mean you've got to do it alone. I want to be here. I choose to be here.”
