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Imagine... They knew. They knew about the scars that lined your arm. They could now see how fragile you really were. Maybe that's why the hunts were stopping? You had gotten caught, you remember exactly how too.Imagine... by ~jharvelle
You are hurt, badly too. You can hear Dean's nervous, yet somehow still gruff, voice begging you to stay awake for him. Your left arm and side are completely bloody from the large gashes. It was an immense amount of pain; it felt like you were on fire because of that damn monster.
Sam sped back to the bunker where Cas had been hiding out. Dean carried you in, holding you tight in his strong, protective arms and yelled for Cas's help. He knew the wound was too much for him to deal with on his own. Cas rushed into the room while Sam unzips your jacket to see the true damage underneath. You make a weak groan of protest but Sam simply ignores you.
"____, I have to get this off of you okay? We n