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I collapsed onto the bunker floor with a thud and only partially registered the grunts and clanging metal sounds coming from the boys as they set down the bowl.

"Oh good you guys are home!" Harper squealed from somewhere down the hall. She raced into the war room with an excited grin on her face that crumbled when she caught sight of us. "Oh my god..."

We all looked like hell. 

Sam had deep cuts scattered about most of his body and it was obvious he was favoring his shoulder a great deal. Dean was having trouble focusing his eyes and wasn't putting any weight on his left leg, not to mention his wrist was already turning purple and black. I didn't even want to know what I looked like. I could feel cuts all over my back and arms from falling into the table and I'm sure my collar bone and surrounding shoulder would have a nice sized bruise at the least. The best part was my side. I was trying to heal myself enough to stop the bleeding but I was too tired to do more than hold pressure to the spot. 

"What the hELL  HAPPENED!" Harper shouted, still standing frozen in the doorway as Sam pushed past her to get the first aid kit. 

I huffed out an answer, trying hard not to let my pulse get any quicker, "We walked into a trap" 

"We got trapped by Jael." Dean added a couple seconds after me. 

Harper's eyes got wide, "You dumbasses! Why the hell would you do that to me?!"

"HARPER." I interrupted before she could really get going, "Go get me a shit towel from the bathroom and the Fireball." I ordered through gritted teeth. 

She focused on me again but this time with a look of fear, "Your eyes are shining...." She continued staring until Sam pushed by her, carrying what I had asked her to grab as well as the first aid kit. 

"Harpie? I need you to go hold up fingers in front of Dean and ask him how many you're holding up. Can you do that?" He asked as the knelt down next to me.

Harper nodded quickly and rushed over to Dean's side.Sam handed me the newly opened bottle of whiskey and I knocked a good portion of it back gladly. My breathing and heart rate were gradually slowing down due to the alcohol, letting me relax enough for my adrenaline to fade. 

I felt everything with twice as much intensity. Trying not to cry, I growled and squeezed my eyes shut, taking another swig of the cinnamon concoction.

"Sunshine, I need you to look at me and follow my movements." Sam ordered in a softer tone, doing most of his work with his left hand. I did as he asked while he continued directing Harper and asking her questions as he whipped out everything he would need to address my side.As Sam lifted up my shirt Cas jogged around the corner with all the hair on the left side of his head sticking straight up, "Right. Humans break..." He muttered.

Sam ordered Harper and Cas around until everyone had been stitched up; which was a long time. Harper had started crying and ran to her room around the time when Sam brought out the needle and thread so Cas took over holding my shoulder still. I had a broken collarbone and two fractured ribs according to Sam, even though it felt more like ten. My side had finally stopped bleeding and Sam had stitched up all the really deep glass cuts.Dean had a concussion, so neither him or Cas were going to sleep well, and the idiot managed to sprain his ankle. Cas had to pop Sam's shoulder back into place and I walked him through stitching a couple gashes along Sam's chest and legs. Everyone was finally able to lean back and just breathe after a good two hours. 

I got forty three seconds of peace before Harper stomped in, throwing paper at each of us. 

"What are you doing?!" I exclaimed as I snatched the paper off the ground and tried to uncrumple it.