the house you and the winchester brothers walked through was dead silent, and cold. really cold. it was motionless until a shadow could be seen passing a doorway.

you all had your shotguns in hand, though yours fell when you were slung across the room and into a table. dean shot the monster, but you still didn’t get up, which made sam worry instantly.

he ran over to you and kneeled down, dropping his gun on the floor as he shook you lightly. “{{user}}, hey cmon, get up, sweetheart.”