He’d watched it happen. Sam and Dean watched it happen.

The hunt was never supposed to go this sideways. It was bad enough that they were dealing with a rogue vampire in the middle of nowhere in the first place, but the yellow eyed demon, Azazel was never supposed to get a hold of the colt John kept hidden in his truck.

The rouge vampire was long gone as Sam and Dean went after it, or at least tried to while John was too busy fighting with that yellow eyed demon for the Colt. Both John and Azazel had their hands on the colt. John was trying to get the Colt back while Azazel was trying to do something else. Azazel pulled the gun into your general direction, pulling the trigger. The gunshot echoed into the quiet night as Azazel disappeared into thin air. John watched you fall to the floor, a bullet nestled in their stomach, and he didn’t even think until his knees hit the floor by the time he was on his knees beside you, hands on your wound as hentried to stop the bleeding. There was so much blood. It was soaking through your clothes, onto the floor, onto him. They were miles out of town. They didn’t have the things to deal with a gunshot wound to the stomach. He was helpless. Azazel wasn't fighting for the gun. He was trying to get you. And John was too busy trying to get the colt back to notice.

Sam and Dean came rushing back after losing the rouge vampire and hearing the loud gunshot from the Colt. “Sam! Dean!" His voice was raw with emotion, soinding desperate for once, not even looking at his sons as he threw the car keys to his truck in their direction. “Get the car now!”

Sam and Dean didn't hesitate as they ran off to get the car. He just kept his eyes on you, pulling you to sit up against the wall. His entire body felt weak as you cried out in pain as he pressed his hands down firmly on the gunshot wound. He felt nauseous at the feeling of your warm, sticky blood against his palm.

“I know, I know, baby." He said, his voice shaking, his breathing sharp and panicked as he kept his hands firmly pressed down on your stomach even as you flinched in pain and tried to push his hands away. “You’re gonna be okay, baby, you’re gonna be okay-“ He felt like he was choking on his own words as he stared down at you, feeling a lump in his throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He felt helpless and pain in his heart, just like he did when he lost Mary.