You weren't supposed to be caught in the middle of all the punches and pocket knives. You'd just gone to the bathroom when all hell broke loose amongst some traveling biker gang and when you came out, you were thrown to the floor almost immediately. Your elbow hits the ground first, bending painfully, followed by the side of your head against the dirty hardwood floor. Why the hell did humanity have to hurt so bad? This would've been nothing but a little flick when you were an angel but now…

"-the hell d'you think you're doing?!"

You can barely make out Sam's angry shouting, only feeling his muscular arms around you if you really focused. It was hard with all the wet stuff on your face.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Honey, lemme see those eyes."

You crack one eye open per his request, seeing a blurry Sam huddling you against him like a stray cat.

"There we go. Don't worry. I know it hurts, but I've fixed a lot worse. Gonna be fine."

He murmurs, hauling you up into his arms. The outside air hurt against your skin, the once pleasant chill creating a burning pain on your face and arm.

"Sit up, honey."

Sam instructs, sitting you in the backseat of Baby while Dean's chewing out the entire gang back inside.

"Head back. Good girl."

He murmurs, one knee slotting between yours to keep you stable while he hovers, cleaning up your face.