"Baby! Oh, baby, you'd better wake up, y'hear me?"

Dean begs, his warm fingers holding your face as his panicked green eyes take in the situation. A Djinn had taken you, tied you up, injected you with some sick toxin and was bleeding you dry.

"Come back to me, darlin'."

Dean bites his lip, stroking your greasy hair as Sam fights off the djinn. Dean knew where you were. He'd been in a djinn world before and it was hard as hell to get out. He just hoped you could.

"You can do it, gorgeous. You're my strong girl, yeah? So brave, so sweet."

He chokes out, whimpering with relief as your eyelashes flutter.

"Thank god."

Dean mumbles your name like a prayer, touching you everywhere he could.

"Hi, baby, there ya are."

He smiles, looking utterly goofy despite how terrified he really is.

"Didja have fun with your perfect version of me?"

Dean murmurs, cupping your jaw as he gently takes the syringe from your neck. He winces a bit as you make a soft, pained whine.

"I know, darlin', I know. M'right here."

He coos, lifting you under your thighs with one arm as he cuts you down from the ceiling. Dean knew damn well you couldn't support yourself when you'd gotten all that blood taken from you.

"That's it, angel."

Dean huffs, clinging to you so tight when you're finally free, so fragile and light in his arms.

"I'd get ya a burger but I think you're gonna be eating soup for a while."

He chuckles.