Decapitation of... who?

Dean’s POV

My arm ached, my head pounded, I was seeing stars. I reached desperately for the Colt. I had one finger just touching the handle, but not nearly enough to pull the gun to me. I suddenly caught Emmett’s big, brawny figure lunging towards me. I tried to scream, but no noise came out. And then, suddenly, the vampire pinning me down was gone. I heard a few snarls, and I felt dizzy. I had a crashing head-ache. 

“Dean!” Sam called from somewhere. I tried to make out his familiar head in the jumbled, far away crowd, but I couldn’t see him. I heard a screeching sound from somewhere. I struggled to take in my breath, my vision was very blurry. The last thing I saw was a white, circular object flying into flames. Before I blacked out completely.

“Dean? Dean you hear me?” I heard Sam’s familiar voice from somewhere close. I opened my eyes, and blinked a few times. Sam’s face swam into view.

“Dean?”

I tried to sit up, and winced. My head pounded, and my arm throbbed. I grimaced in pain.

“Are you alright? Your arm is broken,” Carlisle stood just behind Sam, looking concerned, but unfazed. 

“Son of a bitch,” I whispered. Sam chuckled. “Help me up,” I said finally. I tried to sit up, my  vision blurred, head pounded. But I was used to pain, so I shrugged it off. Sam helped me to my feet, while Carlisle and Edward looked on, rather worriedly. 

“What about that arm?” Edward asked.

“It’ll be fine,” I shrugged it off. 

“Look.” Carlisle said, I found it hard to concentrate on his distorted face. “Let me at least get you to hospital, to get that arm set. And you’ll need an x-ray on that head. It looked like you hit it pretty hard.”

“I’m fine,” I snapped. But as I took a step forward, I was hit by an overwhelming nausea and pain, that I almost blacked out again.

“Yeah,” Sam said, steadying me. “You really are fine.”

Carlisle frowned. “Can you move your right arm?”

I tried, it hurt, a lot. “Yep.” I said through my teeth, gritted against the pain.

“Sit down for a minute.” Carlisle suggested.

I ignored him, and tried to stagger away, while Sam held me back.

“Dean. You need to sit down for a minute. Your concussed.”

“Shut up Doctor Winchester. And how do you know anyway? Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam replied, sighing. “and I know concussion symptoms as well as I know you.”

I took another step, Sam behind me. 

The smell of burning suddenly reached my nostrils. I looked around. There were still several small fires burning, with strange, misty smoke. The rest of the Cullens and wolves had already left. It was just us, and Carlisle and Edward left.

“I’m fine Sammy,” I snapped, walking away from his supporting hand. I started to feel rather dizzy. I staggered. 

“Dean?” Sam asked, his worry barely masked. He held out his hands to catch me as I fell. My vision blurred. And again, I blacked out.