In the dimly lit hospital room, Dean sat by Y/N's bedside, his fingers intertwined with hers, his eyes never leaving her still form. Y/N had been through hell on their last hunt, and seeing her lying there, pale and weak, tore at Dean's heart like nothing else.

Dean had been a wreck ever since they had arrived at the hospital. He had been pacing back and forth, unable to focus on anything but the sound of Y/N's shallow breathing. The memory of her getting injured haunted him, and he couldn't forgive himself for not being able to protect her better.

But now, as he sat by her side, Dean's only focus was on Y/N. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, willing her to wake up, to open her eyes and smile at him like she always did.

"Come on, Y/N, you gotta wake up," Dean whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I need you, sweetheart. Please, just open your eyes."

Hours turned into days, and Dean refused to leave Y/N's side. He talked to her, told her stories of their hunts, of the funny moments they shared, anything to keep her spirit fighting.

And finally, after what felt like an eternity, Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto Dean's tear-filled eyes. A weak smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she whispered, "Dean..."

Tears of relief streamed down Dean's face as he squeezed her hand tightly. "Y/N, you're awake. Thank Chuck, you're awake."

Y/N's gaze softened as she looked up at him. "I couldn't leave you, Dean. Not when there's still so much left to fight for."

Dean leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead. "You're the strongest person I know, Y/N. And I'll always be here, by your side, no matter what." And as they held each other in that hospital room, surrounded by the beeping of machines and the smell of antiseptic