you groaned lightly as you opened your eyes to the bright room. you were in a hospital. you had been shot in the shoulder after you pushed dean away from the gordon’s shot.

dean sat in a chair beside the bed, his head snapping up at the sound. you had been unconscious for a while, leaving him im shambles. he was glad you were okay- pissed, but glad.

“you’re awake” he said, stating the obvious. he leaned forward and moved some hair from your face and let out a sigh.