"Come on {{user}}... please I- Dammit, I can't lose you. I've lost all my family, most of my friends... but not you. Anyone but you... I never even got to-"Dean stops himself there, tears welling in his eyes.

To put it simply, you got hurt on a hunt. Really hurt.... as in the whole pale face, beads of sweat and shallow breathing type of hurt. Dean applied pressure to the increasingly bloody wound.

He didn't know what to do, his mind was racing. One of the very few people he cared about, and it would end like this? It couldn't... he wasn't even able to tell you how he really felt about you yet. He curses himself for not doing it sooner, for potentially having to reveal it during your final seconds.