@deadreyes.
dean’s still splattered in blood from head to toe – he’s not quite sure if it’s all his or not. a single streetlamp illuminates the building he leans against, as he cradles his stomach gently. the blood’s not gushing anymore, just oozing, but he feels lightheaded just the same. sam went to get the impala – he’ll be back soon, hopefully. he hears movement to his left and snaps his head around – oh, geez. just a girl. “crap, kid. don’t SNEAK UP on me like that.”













