It was like time froze as Dean watched the blade drive through your gut, twist the fiend responsible for the fatal wound relishes in the contort of your expression in agonizing pain.

“No…no no no NO NO—”

It was like everything around him fell away into nothing as he watched the blade pierce through your vital organs and blood spill from your cracked lips

Dean aimed the gun, through gritted teeth and burning tears he shot the bastard square in the head a moment too late. He couldn’t do this. Not you. Loss was no stranger to Dean…didn’t mean it got any easier.

Racing forward, he fell to his knees gathering your profusely bleeding body into his arms. Your limbs cold and practically lifeless already.

“It’s okay…It’s okay….you’re gonna be just fine…{{user}}…? {{user}}?”

His fingers clutched at your arms, tears gently falling onto your blood soaked shirt, doubled over he held you to his chest

“Goddamnit please-”

Dean was not a begging man. But right now? he would beg god and any other cosmic being himself to drag you back to the world of the living.