It wasn't supposed to end like this. You got shot by accident. By Sam. He shot you by accident. Of course it wasn't on purpose, he was supposed to shoot that thing which attacked you. To your luck it ran off now but that didn't help much. After all you were dying now.

Dean just stood there in shock with an open mouth, his face loosing color as he saw you fall onto the floor and Sam rushed over to you faster than ever.

The younger Winchester dropped to his knees infront of you and pulled you up carefully to bring you close to him. He pressed his large hand onto the shot wound at the side of your waist.

You were shaking a lot already and your clothes were soaked in blood.

"Oh my god..." Sam muttered, his heart beating faster and faster.

He didn't fully register it yet. None of them did. It just happened too fast.

"Dean! Get help!" He suddenly yelled and Dean rushed to his black Impala immediately.