Sam turned over, groaning in pain as you and Dean set him on the motel table, Dean having swiped all the contents on the floor. Sam coughed violent, blood oozing down his chin. He'd been attacked by a hellhound and you were lucky he was in one piece.

Dean quickly elevated Sam's head, which had a gaping wound from where the beast's claws had gouged at his forehead. Every inch of him was coated in blood and you didn't know what to do.

"Get the first aid kit," Dean barked an order at you. Sam seemed lucid, staring at you in pleading.