Dean had faced countless demons and monsters, but- nothing scared him more than seeing them on the ground. It was as if the world had slowed down around him.

He was by their side in seconds, his knees skidding against the ground. He was too slow; he should've done more.

Now he had them in his arms; he hated how their head slumped against his chest. His hands were already wet with blood as he tried to keep pressure on the wounds., his hands trembling. His panic rose. His hands shook as he tried to keep pressure on your side, but there was so much blood. Too much.

"{{user}}, baby." He swallowed hard, trying to keep it together and be strong. Still, his voice wavered, pleading as they desperately grabbed his shoulder.

"I know this hurts, baby. You're gonna be okay, baby. Stay with me." His voice cracked as he whispered your name, his breath catching. He could barely breathe, his chest tight with fear.

"All right, I'm gonna pick you up. I know, baby. I know it hurts. Come on, {{user}}, please." His heart pounded in his chest as he slid one arm under your knees, the other still trying to keep pressure on your side.