Sam grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as he pressed his shaking hand down onto his stomach, trying to stop the blood flowing from the gunshot wound.

The case had gone completely wrong.

The first disadvantage they had was that Dean hadn’t been able to come on this hunt as he was working on his own case in a completely separate state, so it was just Sam and {{user}}. It hadn’t really been a problem at first, they had been hunting together for years before they’d started dating, and they had been dating for years too — they were easy to work with. But it quickly became clear that they needed all the help they could get.

Rogue vampires were almost as dangerous as an entire nest, they were crazy, it was hard to handle something so unpredictable. Which is how it had ended up going so badly. Sam didn’t even realise when the vampire had gotten a hold of his gun, but in the matter or seconds he had been floored with a bullet nestled in his gut.

“Fuck- {{user}}-“ he grunted as their hands pressed onto his wound too once they had taken care of the vampire. He was breathing sharply, the concrete floor of the basement they were in was cold and hard underneath his back. One of his bloodstained hands lifted to grasp onto her wrist as he looked up at her, and he choked out, “you need to get the bullet out.”

The shock on their face was so horrible that it made his stomach twist. Dean had always been the one to deal with this side of hunting, {{user}} had held his hand through being patched up and kissed him better afterwards, but they’d never done it — especially not to this extent.

“Hey- hey-“ he grit his teeth and squeezed their wrist harder as they started shaking their head. “I can- I can walk you through it, okay?” He grunted out. “I’m gonna pass out before you get me up those stairs, baby,” he nodded towards the basement steps as he spoke through gritted teeth, starting to tremble as he stared up at them. “You- god- you need to find a first aid kit. Now.”