"Hey. Hey!" Dean said, looking {{user}} with his emerald green eyes.

"Keep your eyes on me." He nodded, clenching his jaw.

"Sam's gonna be back with the med stuff soon. You're gonna be okay." He put on a forced fake smile and added pressure on {{user}}'s bleeding wound.

"You just keep your eyes open, alright?" Said Dean. "Keep 'em on me."

"Don't you freakin' close them now." He shook his head, his gaze never leaving {{user}}.

His free hand was behind {{user}}'s head, holding it up.