***Disclaimer. I do NOT own Supernatural.***
This is my very first official fanfiction, if it is horrible, I apologize in advance.
Y/N=your name
"Y/N! Behind you!"
You turned around aiming your gun at the werewolf that you and the Winchester brothers have been tracking for weeks, and pulled the trigger. But of course luck was not on your side and the werewolf tackled you to the ground causing you to miss your shot. You groaned in pain as your head hit the concrete floor.
"Y/N! Hold on!" Dean yelled from across the room as he tried to cut himself free from the ropes around his wrists, tied above him to the ceiling.
You ignored the throbbing pain in your head and the wet feeling of blood coating the back of your head as you struggled to push the werewolf off your body, with little success. It continued to growl and claw at you barely missing your right cheek with its claws.
"Where the hell is Sam?!" You screamed to no one in particular trying to reach for your gun a few feet away.
The sound of the barn door being thrown open caused you to turn your head in that direction, distracting you from the werewolf. Big mistake. As soon as you looked away from it, it struck your left cheek drawing blood before running its claws across your stomach.
You let out a blood-curdling scream as pain filled your abdomen, tears quickly streaming down your face. Somewhere in between screaming and crying, you faintly heard several gun shots and felt the werewolf fall onto your body, pressing all its weight onto your frame.
"Y/N!" Someone called out. You couldn't tell if it was Sam or Dean, you were just so tired and black spots invaded your vision.
You felt the werewolf's body thrown off you and you gasped for air only causing you to cough up blood. Someone knelt beside you and pulled your upper body into their lap.
"Oh god, Y/N. I'm so sorry baby. I'm so sorry."
You opened your eyes realizing that you didn't remember closing them and gazed up at those beautiful green eyes of your boyfriend Dean.
"Dean." You managed to squeak out.
He nodded his head and brushed away the hair from your face.
"Yeah it's me, baby. It's okay, you're going to be okay. Sammy and I will patch you up, just keep your eyes open for me."
He began to rip away your shirt to asses the damage and yelled orders to Sam to start the car. You winced as his fingers brushed against the largest cut. "Dean, it hurts."
His face fell even more and tears rolled down his face.
"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but you're gonna be fine I promise."
He shifted so that he could wrap one arm around your back and the other under your knees, carefully lifting you up and rushing as quickly as he could out to the car without hurting you too much. He slid into the backseat with you laying across his lap and the rest of the seat.
"Floor it, Sammy! She's loosing too much blood. We need to get back to Bobby's."
Sam quickly sped off down the road, luckily Bobby's was only ten minutes away. Dean took off his flannel shirt leaving him in an under shirt. He balled up his shirt and hovered it above your stomach.
"Baby, this is going to hurt but I need you to let me do this, okay?"
You nodded weakly your eyes half closed. You were just so tired. That quickly changed when you felt Dean apply pressure to your stomach trying to stop the blood from flowing heavily and you cried out in pain. Sure you had been injured on hunts before, but never like this.
