"Sam, she's not breathing."
I say as I look at the woman who has just been attacked by a demon. Somehow, the demon Sam and I were fighting got ahold of my gun and shot an innocent bystander. The victim is a middle aged woman who just happened to be jogging by on her route back to her campsite. Now, she's bleeding out from a gunshot wound to the chest. Sam stabs the demon and watches as it dies, then comes to my side. He looks at the wound that is freely bleeding and says,
"Start CPR. I'll go get some bandages from the first aid kit in the Impala. Keep her stable."
He runs to get something to stop the bleeding as I put my hands on her and start chest compressions. I go to the beat of the popular song Staying Alive by The Bee Gees. It's the only song to do CPR too. I give the woman chest compressions the entire time Sam is gone, and check for a pulse on her wrist. It's incredibly faint, but it's there. I give her mouth to mouth to put some air into her lungs so she doesn't crash again. Sam comes back with the first aid kit in hand and kneels down beside me. He asks,
"How is she?"
I respond,
"Not good, but I've got a pulse. We can bandage the wound and call an ambulance."
Sam reminds me,
"Dean, were in the woods."
I argue,
"Yes, at a state park. The paramedics will know where to go. Sam, she doesn't have much time."
Sam shakes his head,
"This is bad. You sure the dispatch will know where this place is?"
I assure him,
"Yes, now help me turn her over so I can wrap this wound."
Sam says,
"We can't move her. We need help, professional help."
Dean nods,
"I agree, although I've never heard you complain when I've had to take a bullet out of you. But...she's dying, Sam."
Sam makes the call and two minutes later, I hear sirens approaching and the ambulance comes into view. The paramedics start CPR again because they said there was no pulse when they arrived on scene. After getting a pulse on her, they start bagging her and getting her onto the stretcher. The cop that accompanied the emergency vehicle asks us to explain, and Sam takes over,
"She was jogging this way and got shot by someone who was in those bushes over there."
The cop believes our story and calls for a K9 Unit to come search the area for the suspect. We leave, and follow the ambulance to the hospital to see if the poor woman will make it. We park far off from the ambulance entrance and see her being unloaded, one paramedic still bagging her. I tell Sam,
"That's a good sign."
He nods and tells me,
"Yeah, she needs to be on a ventilator, though. She can't breathe on her own at all. You saved her life."
I smile,
"Thanks, Sammy. Let's go home."
We return to the hospital the next day to go see her, passing as FBI agents. She's in the ICU, but alive.
