you and dean were on a routine case, hunting down a hellhound that crowley had let loose.

you two were walking down the road together, shotguns in hand, when you heard the faint sound of growling behind you.

you turned around and saw Meg, smirking.

“well if it isn’t you two. hells most favorite couple.” she smirked.

“what do you want meg?” you asked, cocking your gun. she smirked again.

“i want you to leave my hell hound alone.” she said, gesturing her head down next to her. The growling became louder as you saw wet paw prints on the concrete. there it was.

“like hell we will.” dean said, shooting at it. Meg groaned and whistled, sending the hound after him. you both began to run away, just as he tripped and fell.

“DEAN!” you yelled, turning back around.

“Y/N, no!” dean yelled. but it was too late. you shot at the hound, making it fall backwards. you helped dean up with my hand and sighed.

Meg whistled again, as the hound pounced at you two , you stepped in front of dean, taking the excruciatingly painful hit. The hound tore down your stomach, clawing you open. The pain was unbearable.

dean shot the hound dead, and immediately went to your side. your vision was already spotty, and you could feel the blood gushing from your wound..

“hey sweetheart.. stay with me.” dean spoke in a soft voice, shedding his flannel and trying to keep both himself and you calm as he put pressure on your wound with his flannel.