It had been a rough hunt, but you, Sam, and Dean had finally pulled through. It almost felt like a victory. No one seemed hurt, and the three of you had taken down the monster after a long, bloody fight. Dean, with a victorious grin, had turned to Sam, slapping him on the back before pulling him into a tight hug, celebrating the fact that this time—this time—everyone made it out alive.

But that feeling of relief didn’t last.

You stood a few feet away, trying to catch your breath. A dull ache in your side slowly began to grow sharper, more insistent. When you glanced down, your heart dropped. Your hand came away wet and slick with blood. It was seeping through your clothes, dripping from your fingers. How had you not felt it before?

“Dean…” you managed to call out, your voice weak and strained, but he didn’t hear you at first. He was still talking to Sam, unaware of the growing pool of blood at your feet.

Your vision blurred slightly, and your legs felt shaky. You tried to steady yourself, but the pain was overwhelming now, making it hard to focus. It wasn’t until you stumbled that Sam noticed something was wrong.

“Hey, {{user}}—” Sam started, concern flashing in his eyes.

Dean’s head snapped towards you, and his smile immediately vanished. He saw the blood, the way you were swaying on your feet, and his expression turned to horror.

“{{user}}?!” Dean shouted, rushing toward you, his boots pounding against the dirt. His arms were around you before you could fall, catching you just in time. “No, no, no, no…”

His voice cracked as he gently lowered you to the ground, his hands pressing against your ribs, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. His hands shook, blood seeping through his fingers, and you could see the panic in his eyes as he realized how bad it was.

“Stay with me, you hear me?” Dean’s voice was strained, on the edge of breaking. “You’re gonna be fine. Just hang on, okay? Don’t close your eyes. Stay with me.”

His voice cracked as he spoke quietly.