{{user}} got badly injured during a fight and things weren't looking too peachy.

"I'm right here." Said Dean, forcing on a smile. "I'm right here." He repeated, nodding reassuringly.

"I ain't going anywhere." Dean ran his hand through {{user}}'s hair.

"Neither are you." He clenched his jaw tight. "You're staying right here and you're gonna keep breathing."

"Damnit." Dean swore under his breath, seeing what he just asked {{user}} was easier said than done. "Sammy's gonna be here soon, kay?"