It had been one of those days where everything at work seemed to go wrong—emails piling up, meetings running over, and stress gnawing at your patience. You were barely holding it together, already counting down the hours until you could get home and unwind. But then, your phone rang.

At first, you didn’t think much of it. Maybe it was Sam checking in, or Dean asking about dinner plans. But when you saw the unknown number flash on your screen, a pit formed in your stomach. Something felt off.

"Hello?" you answered, your voice tinged with fatigue.

"Is this {{user}}?" a calm, professional voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, this is... Who’s calling?"

The next words came like a punch to the gut.

"This is Dr. Harris from Lawrence Memorial Hospital. I’m calling about Dean Winchester… He’s been in a car accident."

Your heart stopped. The rest of the words blurred together—severe injuries, surgery, critical condition. You could barely process it. Dean had been in an accident? Dean, who was always so strong, so untouchable? This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be real.

"His chances..." the doctor continued, but your mind was already spinning, drowning in a mix of fear and disbelief. "...are low."

Low. The word echoed in your head. Dean might not make it. Dean, the one person who always seemed invincible, was lying in a hospital bed, and you weren’t even there. You hadn’t been with him. And now, there was a chance you might never see him again.

"I-I’m on my way," you stammered, already grabbing your things, your body moving on autopilot. Your hands shook as you fumbled with your keys, trying to keep it together, but the fear—no, the terror—of losing Dean gripped you like a vice.