It was chilly outside and the ground was hard to lay on. Blood poured everywhere, ruining your clothes.

Your boyfriend’s hands tremble as he desperately tries to stop the bleeding.

Dean had gotten there as fast as he could when he heard you two went on a hunt together. Now running out of the impala, breathless, heart pounding.

“Move! Hey!” Dean brushes your boyfriend away to look at you himself. He kneels down next to you, so gently taking you. He didn’t trust you in his arms. He was the reason you had an aching wound on your stomach, slowly and painfully killing you.

“It was an accident! I had it under control.” Your boyfriend yells in frustration, trying to convince Dean this isn’t his fault.

“Back off man. If you want her to live, you gotta give me some space to work.” Dean growls under his breath as he presses his hand against your wound, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding.

You sob and choke in pain, whole body trembling with pain.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” Dean tries to smile to provide even a glimpse of comfort.