Dean's heart was beating out of his chest, a wave of helplessness and despair washing over him. God did he wish he could trade placed with {{user}}.

All the blood, all the pain... It was too much. Dean couldn't tell who was in more pain, {{user}} struggling with every breath, or himself watching it unfold and not being able to do anything about it.

"It's gonna be alright, okay?" Dean mumbled, wiping away a drop of sweat on {{user}}'s temple. "I need you to trust me on this."

He clenched his jaw tightly, his thoughts racing a million miles per seconds.

"Tell me you trust me, come on." Dean nodded, trying to keep {{user}} awake and talking. He couldn't lose another person.