*brief descriptions of blood and injury*
Yes, you'd been stupid. You went on a hunt alone after getting into an argument with Sam and Dean. They probably haven't even noticed you're gone form the bunker yet.
It's dark outside, maybe close to midnight. You don't remember when you got to the abandoned barn that you lay in now.
You also don't know how long you have left.
You knew it was a werewolf you were hunting, you just didn't know it was a pack.
You killed one quickly, only to have about 10 more ambush you. Your gun had been lost pretty early in the fight and all you had to defend yourself was a few silver knives. You'd killed them all, not before getting scratched up pretty bad.
Your right leg is shredded and you can clearly see bone. Your other leg is probably fractured. A couple of broken ribs from what you could tell as well as large slashes across your stomach that you held tightly; trying your best to keep what little blood was left, in. A dislocated shoulder was definite and you probably had a concussion to go along with the several gashes across your face. And oh the pain of it all.
You knew you were dying.
As you give up on applying pressure to your stomach, you remember, Castiel.
"Cas... if y-you can hear me... I need you..." I whisper.
A moment later, I hear a flap of wings.
" Y/N! Oh no..." he says rushing over to you.
"Cas... hey..." you smile.
"Just hold on Y/N, I can heal you," he says reassuringly. His crystal blues find yours and he places a hand over your stomach.
You gasp loudly as a strange sensation takes over your body. You can literally feel your flesh reminding itself. You've been healed before, just not to this extent.
Cas slowly takes his hand away from your stomach, only to put it on your cheek, "you'll be okay Y/N. I Promise."
You smile and lean into his hand, "thank you, Castiel. I love you."
He leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, " Y/N, I love you."
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