[ Blake pitches and turns and falls and falls and falls, waiting expectantly for the hard bottom, for the jar of his bones and the ache in his back and the despair laced with relief that the moment is over.
But then a hand grabs on and he snaps to a stop like a whip being cracked, whole body jolted through with pain and a deep, deep anguish. He looks up at Dean, eyes wide and white around the edges with fear; this hadn't been the outcome either of them were looking for. ]
You gotta let go! You're out...
[ Even just one life saved is better than none as far as Blake's concerned, and if it comes down to trading one for another, he's glad it's him now taking the brunt of this.
Down below bodies are creeping up his legs, adding unholy amounts of weight to an otherwise solid but manageable guy. His grip is already loose and threatening to slide out of Dean's grip. ]
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But then a hand grabs on and he snaps to a stop like a whip being cracked, whole body jolted through with pain and a deep, deep anguish. He looks up at Dean, eyes wide and white around the edges with fear; this hadn't been the outcome either of them were looking for. ]
You gotta let go! You're out...
[ Even just one life saved is better than none as far as Blake's concerned, and if it comes down to trading one for another, he's glad it's him now taking the brunt of this.
Down below bodies are creeping up his legs, adding unholy amounts of weight to an otherwise solid but manageable guy. His grip is already loose and threatening to slide out of Dean's grip. ]
I won't drag you down with me!
[ Oh, how these tables have turned. ]