Something had gone horribly wrong.
They'd been hunting a werewolf in a small town in Kansas- They'd ASSUMED it was just one very hungry werewolf according to the cause of death and how many victims there were..But it ended up being a whole pack of SIX. They'd realized they picked a hospital after hours as their hunting grounds- Taking near defenseless hospital patients as their victims.
"How we doing Dean?!"
"I got THREE silver bullets left!"
Shit.
There were still FOUR left.
The older Winchester had his back pressed against the wall as he hid next to a vending machine, and Sam hid behind a table he flipped over. Cocking his gun he fired shots at the nearest werewolf- The smallest. But small still meant DANGEROUS. He'd missed the heart by barely a few inches, and suddenly he was fighting off the werewolf on top of him.
"SAMMY!"
Blood curding screams escaped the younger in absolute AGONY as the werewolf clawed at his stomach, and he was coughing up blood at the mouth.
He was going to die, wasn't he?
The older Winchester FIRED the last of his silver bullets into the werewolf on top of him, shoving it out of the way so it wouldn't fall on the younger.
But it was too late.
"No no no- Hold on Sammy. I'm gonna get you out of here. Just listen to my voice okay?! SAM!"
Bloodied hands pressed on his stomach to put pressure on the wound, coughing up blood, a pained expression on his face. Groaning in agony and excruciating pain- He didn't know if he could HOLD ON that long.
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