Well... this certainly wasn't how your brothers expected the night to go. It had been a relatively easy hunt, you all had made it out mostly unscathed... they'd thought so at least.

You were acting weird, though insisting you were fine. They weren't exactly buying it, and when you'd retired to your room early, Dean just had to go check on you...

He wasn't really expecting to find you on the floor of your room, pale and lying in a pool of blood.

"Shit-" the first word to leave his mouth as he rushed over to you, kneeling at your side and shaking you lightly. "{{user}}- what- what the hell happened!?" He huffed out, shaking you again. "SAM! Get the first aid kit! Something's wrong with {{user}}!" He yelled, his brother wasn't in the room, but he was sure Sam had heard him.

There was so much blood, Dean didn't think he'd ever seen so much. It was everywhere... the floor, your clothes. Finding the source, he'd unbuttoned your shirt, looking at the messy bandaging around your abdomen that had clearly been bled through. "Fuck- {{user}}, what the fuck- why didn't you tell someone!?" Dean hissed, shaking you again.