Heartbeat [spn]

Part 12

It happened in a few random blurs. You were in the back seat of the Impala, Sam's large legs wrapped around you as he pressed harder into your wound. Pain shooting through you at every bump and dip you went through. Things were getting fuzzy, but both boys were repeating over and over again that you needed to stay awake. And you tried so hard to listen to them.

Sam was asking you questions, trying to get you to talk so you would stay awake. "Y/N, come on. You have to stay awake." Sam had tears streaming down his face but you couldn't tell. Everything was white, white and numb. You eyes were heavy, breathing shallow. Eventually the pain faded into nothing, as if you hadn't just been shot.

Everything seemed like a dream. Like it wasn't happening to you really. Sam and Dean's voiced began to muffle, and your vision went from white to black.

Next you were being helped out of the car, Sam pushing you into Dean's arms. Dean carried you, a new warmth coming from his chest as he ran up the stairs with you. Sam wasn't far behind, but you couldn't hear his steps like before.

"Its going to be okay Y/N. We got you." Dean repeated over and over for you. "You have to stay awake. Can't have you passin' out on me." He tried to smile, tried to reassure you things were okay. But it only made things worse. Because you could see the twinge of doubt in Dean's face. Could see the worry he was trying to hide that you weren't going to make it.

The bed gave way as Dean lay you down. You saw Sam pacing in the background, hands running through his hair."Sam get over here and help me." Dean ordered. His fatherly voice on. You wanted to laugh, but every movement seemed like you were trying to lift pounds of bricks.

"I did this Dean. I shot her." Sam yelled from behind Dean. "I did this. I did this." He continued to pace, continued to repeat the words over and over again.

Dean sighed, his hands covered in your blood kept him from touching his face. "Sam, you did not shoot her. Now get your ass over here and help me."

Sam didn't though, you heard the slam of a door and Dean sigh again. He collected himself and turned back to you. He hovered over your face, "Okay Y/N this is going to hurt a lot. But I have to do it." He waited for you to nod, waited to know you understood what he was about to do. And even though you didn't, you still nodded.

Searing pain shot through you. Dean was fishing the bullet out of your wound. "I know Y/N but you have to be quiet. Here bite down on this." Dean undid his belt in a single swoop and gently put it between your teeth.

You bit down on it, nodding knowing that you couldn't draw any more attention to this room. Sam had already done that with his yelling and slamming the door. Hearing you scream would only raise more flags for people to question and eventually help would come knocking on the door.

"Okay here we go again." Dean warned. And again pain shot through you. You bit down on the belt, but it didn't really help stifle your screams, all it did was keep you from grinding your teeth together. "Almost got it.... Got it!" Dean smiled. He threw the bullet onto the table. "Okay the hard parts over Y/N, stay awake with me."

You tried, but your eyes grew heavy and you were out again.

Your throat felt like sandpaper, your tongue scraping against your dry lips. You groaned and tried to sit up. "Hey hey hey, why don't we just relax? Take it easy?" Dean's large hands pushed you back down gently.

You opened your eyes, blinking slow. "What happened?" Dean stood above you, his own cuts not seen too yet were clotted shut. The few places it had dripped down were caked dry, meaning you had been here longer than you thought. Dean sitting by your side to make sure you were alive.