Dean could take a bit of beating. You knew that damn well, having watched him get knocked down and get up every time. But just because you knew he'd pull through didn't make it any easier on you to see him getting cut. A demonic case had led the three of you to Idaho, where a man named Jeffrey was trying to summon a demon to possess him again. Nut case, Dean had called him, and you couldn't agree more. What was worse was that Jeffrey had drugged Dean while you and Sam were at the library, and was in the middle of bleeding Dean out for a goddamn summoning ritual.

"Count of three. You get Dean, I take him down."

Sam whispers to you, pulling out his pistol. You nod in agreement, eyes locked on Dean's paling face as he glowers at Jeffrey. He was acting so badass and strong, but you could see the chips in his demeanor. The little twitch of his ring finger, his thumb rubbing against his wedding band.

"Three."

You leap out from behind the boxes in the warehouse, blindly sprinting to Dean and trusting that Sam had your back.