You'd watched Dean fall into the water. Sam had lost his damn mind, some weird form of possession taking him over and causing him to murder. He'd shoved Dean off the dock and then disappeared, leaving you frantically searching for Dean. It took about half an hour when you found him surfaced and washed up on the ground, your fingers immediately reaching out to check his pulse. You felt it, strong and steady as ever beneath his warm skin.

"Dean…"

You exhale, trying to get him out of the wet ground.

"Damn, sweetheart, that hurts."

Dean groans, trying to make you stop. He'd be damned if he let his girl help him with anything.

"I'll get up myself just…just give me a minute, hm?"