One Shot

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I knew something was wrong the moment after I had shanked the vampire. The boys, Sam and Dean, had taken the bloodsucker off my hands when I asked nonchalantly for a helping hand to burn the pieces, waving away any offered aide.

I had stumbled into the hunting life when shapeshifters had wrecked the normal life I once had. I didn't completely mind, since "normal" life wasn't working out … or so I told myself. In any case, running into the Winchesters during this hunt was a blessing; I had accidentally sniffed out an entire vampire nest. Now I had just taken out the last of 'em and they were being put into a bonfire by the boys while I sat on a nearby log.

The last kill had managed to scrape off a chunk of my torso with his nails; no bites, but there was a gaping wound that I covered by redoing the buttons on my flannel shirt. My tank top was ruined. I didn't mind. I crossed over to Dean's Impala, where I had his blessing to open the trunk, and sifted through to find some bandages.

"Y/N, you doing okay?"

Dean jogged over to me, after I had managed to wiggle a layer around myself already. Perfect. He didn't have to know how much damage had been done.

"Yeah, I'm fine, could you just do me up one more time? I just got a scrape on the front here," I explained away.

"You got it," Dean murmured, helping me do up one more layer that I knew would seep through with blood in a minute; I redid my buttons after Dean had taped the bandage shut. That's when Sam got back –

"That's the last of the fire, we got the rest of the vamps."

"Alright, well let's head home," Dean cheered.

"I guess this is where we say goodbye," I replied, leaning on the back of the Impala.

The boys looked at each other and, if I were in a better shape, I might've known what had passed.

"Y/N, it's been great hunting with you," Sam said, taking a step closer.

I took a deep yet silent breath; I needed to get back to my car and drive back to the motel I was in to patch myself up. But first, I needed to make sure to give a proper sendoff to the two who had saved my life without making them worry. I didn't want to be a burden.

"Oh, just the job. I've got you two to thank for my life, so. Thank you," I said, trying to give a smile and knowing I sounded breathier than usual. But it worked since Dean replied.

"You wanna grab a bite before heading back to the motel? We're staying in the same one so it's no trouble –"

"I think I should just back," I tried to say, holding my torso.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yeah, I guess just tired is all," I mumbled.

"Well, then, let us take you back to the motel, then. So you don't fall asleep behind the wheel?" Dean offered.

"Okay," I answered.

The Impala had comfortable seats that smelled of leather with cologne and the music wasn't deafening loud at that moment since Dean and Sam were talking in the front seat about something or other – I couldn't focus too much on the words. But it was incredibly comfy and I felt safe; amazing. Safe. I laid down on the seat and held my torso … it was warm and sticky. Darn it. I bled through the bandages … that's okay, I was going back to the motel … The windows were open and the night air was cool and nice, masking the smell … Did the car stop? I'm not sure. Voices were coming in and out …

"Y/N! Answer me! Why didn't you tell us you were hurt?!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't leave us, you did not survive the nest just to let go now!"

My dry eyes wouldn't open; instead, a tear fell down my cheek.

I felt the world go black and welcomed it.