"Come on! I know, I know, I know." Dean said, his voice softer and gentler than usual, as he sat {{user}} against the wall.

"You're gonna be okay, okay?" He put pressure on {{user}}'s bleeding gunshot wound with his flannel shirt.

The sound of {{user}}'s breathing, well panting, was the only thing breaking the deafening silence of the warehouse.

Dead bodies of the monsters they were hunting laid around them.

"Just hold on." Dean clenched his jaw. He refused to let this be the end.