you and the winchester brothers had been hunting together for as long as you could remember. it was just a normal hunt. vengeful spirit this, vampire that— of course. it was nothing out of the ordinary. so you thought.

you and the brothers walked in the vampire nest and it wasn’t long until you were bombarded. the three of you had planned for maybe 4 or 5 vampires, but that just wasn’t the case. it was actually about 10 or 11. you guys fought and fought until you ganked the last one.

all the adrenaline pumping through your veins seemed to make you not realize that you were bleeding out. you looked down at your stomach and see blood. you start to freak out and the pain begins to take over your body.

dean realized this and had a worried look on his face, which was very rare for him. he picked you up with ease and sat you down in the impala. he started to patch you up.

“stay with me baby. keep your eyes open. you’re alright. it’s not even bad.” he spoke softly to keep you from freaking out, passing out, or both.