You had gone on a hunt alone because Sam and Dean were out, and in a moment of reckless bravery, you ended up hurt. Bleeding and exhausted, you managed to call Sam. The phone rang only once before his worried voice came through.

"Where are you? Hang in there. I’m coming."

You barely had the strength to give him your location before the pain overwhelmed you. Alone in the dark, you clung to the phone, Sam’s voice still echoing in your ears. Each breath was a struggle, the pain radiating through your body with every movement.

The minutes stretched on, each one feeling like an eternity. The cold seeped into your bones, and you shivered despite the adrenaline coursing through you. The night’s sounds – rustling leaves, a distant howl – seemed muted, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

Your vision blurred as you struggled to stay conscious, your thoughts drifting to Sam and Dean. You knew they’d be furious with you for going out alone, but you also knew they’d understand why you did it. Protecting people, saving lives – it was what you all did. But now, lying injured and alone, you couldn’t help but regret not waiting for them.

Every sound seemed amplified in the stillness of the night. The crunch of footsteps on gravel made your heart race, but it was only a stray animal. You clung to the hope that Sam would find you soon, that the familiar roar of the Impala would break through the silence and signal his arrival.

As you lay there, the weight of your injuries pressing down on you, you tried to focus on Sam’s voice. "Hang in there. I’m coming." The promise in his words was the only thing keeping you conscious, the only thing preventing the darkness from closing in completely.

Your phone buzzed weakly with a text message: "Almost there. Hold on." Sam’s determination was palpable even through the small screen, and you clung to it like a lifeline. The pain was excruciating, but you knew you just had to hold on a little longer.