Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.
Evy turned the corner, knife in hand, her senses sharp and ready to attack anything that moved. Sam and Dean were in another corner of the warehouse, searching for the very spirit that Evy was searching for at the moment. The other hunter working with them, Andy, was backing her up, and was behind her making sure that she didn't miss anything. Suddenly Evy bumped into something. Startled, she jumped and started to draw her gun, only to find it was Andy.
"Andy? What are you doing?"
Suddenly Evy felt Andy's hand on her stomach for a moment, then he took it away. Before Evy could ask him again what he was doing, he pulled his hand away and left the room. A sharp pain took Evy's breath away. She remembered having appendicitis years earlier when she was just a little girl. The pain then had been agonizing, but it was nothing compared to this. This was sharper, more focused on one spot. What in the hell is wrong with me?, Evy thought to herself. She placed a hand to her abdomen and pulled it back. Blood?
Evy took a step to try and go find Sam and Dean, but the pain in her stomach exploded. Barely stopping herself from screaming, Evy fell to the floor, clutching her side and squirming slightly. The pain made it hard, but she put the pieces together after a few seconds. Andy stabbed me. Evy's phone vibrated in her front pocket. It took all her strength, but she pulled it out and checked the ID. Sammy. Her vision was blurring, but she managed to answer in a whisper.
"Sammy."
"Hey, Cricket, you okay?" Sam asked. "Me and Dean aren't finding anything…"
"Sammy." Evy said a little louder, still struggling to keep herself upright. "I need your help."
Sam caught on to the urgency in her voice and the panic rose inside him. "Cricket? Are you okay?"
Evy again felt her consciousness starting to slip. "Need…you."
"Where are you? Where's Andy?"
"Andy…" Evy said, then focused her attention on what was important. "East…east corridor. Second floor. Help me."
Evy dropped the phone, the effort to keep it on her ear proving to be too much. She briefly slipped out of consciousness, because when she opened her eyes it was to Sam's voice screaming.
"DEAN!" Sam scrambled over to her and examined her quickly, the panic evident in his voice. "Cricket, come on. Stay with me."
"Sammy…"
"Shh. I've got you. I'm just gonna look at it, okay?"
"Sammy." Evy groaned. "Hurts. A lot."
"I know. I know, Cricket. We're gonna get you help, just let me take a look. Okay?"
Evy moved her hand, which she had been using to try and stem the bleeding. Sam gently lifted the corner of her shirt and couldn't help the sharp intake of breath. The stab wound was still bleeding, a small but steady trickle. The area around the wound was what concerned him the most. It was purple and black, as if it was starting to bruise. A stab wound? Bruise? What in the hell is going on? Dean, who had left to go check the rest of the floor, came back.
"Sam?"
"Dean. Look at this." Sam said.
"The hell?" Dean asked. Before he thought about it, Dean gingerly touched the edge of Evy's wound.
"Gaaah!" Evy screamed, arching her back against Sam. "Ow ow ow. Don't touch it again, please."
"Sorry, kiddo." Dean said. "Who did this to you?"
"Andy." Evy answered with gritted teeth.
"Andy?"
"Dean, can we go please? Kinda bleeding here." Evy said somewhat irritably.
"Yeah. Yeah, let's go." Sam said. "Can you walk?"
Evy shook her head. "I don't think so."
"Okay. I got you."
Sam lifted up the injured Evy and carried her to the car. He couldn't help it; he climbed into the backseat with her and held her. She wept as Sam held a cloth to her wound, trying to stem the bleeding. He was as gentle as he could be, but to Evy, even Sam gently holding the cloth to her stomach felt like she was being stabbed all over again.
"I'm sorry, baby, but I have to stop the bleeding."
"I know." Evy said. "Sammy, something's wrong. Really wrong."
"I know baby. Let's just get this under control and we'll find out. Okay?" Evy groaned again, and Sam began to truly panic as her eyes fluttered and then closed. "Dean, drive!"
Even at breakneck speed, it was a half hour drive back to the bunker. Even though Sam knew that Evy couldn't die from this injury, he did know that she could stay hurt or in pain forever. She couldn't die from it, but she couldn't be healed either. The wound was still trickling blood, and Sam couldn't tell for sure, but it looked like the bruised skin around the wound had grown ever so slightly.
"You'll be okay, Cricket. I'll make sure of it."