the house you and the winchester brothers walked through was dead silent, and cold. really cold. it was motionless until a shadow could be seen passing a doorway.

you all had your shotguns in hand, though yours fell when you were slung across the room and into a table. dean shot the monster, but you still didn’t get up, which made him worry instantly.

he threw his gun to the floor and ran over to you, kneeling down as he shook you lightly. “{{user}}, hey cmon, get up, baby.”