It was just a regular old hunt ─ only you and Dean. You two had been tracking a lone werewolf for the past few days with the intention of killing it. You did, though not without a few bumps and bruises. Maybe that was dumbing it down a bit. You were injured badly. The werewolf had managed to scratch you, sharp claws digging across the flesh of your abdomen. During the heat of the moment, you couldn't even feel it. Your adrenaline numbed your body, and you didn't even realize that you were bleeding. Dean didn't either, not until you called out to him. Now that you'd calmed down a bit, the pain was making itself known. It hurt like a motherfucker. Your voice was faint, weak, as you called his name. It immediately sent alarm bells ringing inside his head, awakening his protective side.

“Yeah?” He turned on his heels, green eyes searching your own as he stopped trudging through the forest to get to his car. His gaze dropped lower, resting on your abdomen as your hands covered the patch of red staining through your shirt. No. No, no, no. He wasn't going to lose you.

“Shit,” Dean cursed, immediately rushing to you, to catch you before you fell to the ground. "Shhh, I got you," He shushed gently, lowering to his knees as he held you to his chest. He was shaking, suddenly at a loss for what to do. The fear he felt was damn near paralyzing, but Dean knew he had to pull it together if he wanted to save you. God, the little whimper of pain you let out was breaking his heart.

"It's okay," He reassured, though he didn't believe his own words. Ever so carefully, Dean shifted your body to get a better look. One hand splayed across your wound, putting pressure onto it to try to stop the bleeding. The cry you let out was gut-wrenching. He had to bite back tears.

"I know it hurts, baby, I know."