SELF-SACRIFICE
WOW: strike. Best friends will always suffer for each other.
Disclaimer: Don't own these boys I'm sad to say.
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Dean's wits were all he had in Purgatory, and he couldn't let fatigue and hunger dull them. Except that's exactly what he'd done; stumbling across a wendigo which struck out, carving three vicious gashes across his shoulder.
As the crimson stain crept across his heaving chest, he realised his only sources of help were a powerless angel and a vampire.
He was screwed.
That's when he saw Benny, holding him upright and surveying the bleeding wound, concern in his vivid blue eyes warring with the pained desperation of curbing his natural instincts.
"You'll be fine, brother," the vampire whispered shakily.
And Dean believed him
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