Experience told him he had maybe 30 seconds of adrenaline before the shock would hit and the encroaching numbness plunge him into unconsciousness.
He tried to press the wadded T-shirt tighter to his gaping thigh wound as Sam dragged him towards the Impala, but the blood still pumped furiously, soaking the leg of his jeans.
"Hang on, Dean!"
He could hear the panic in his brother's voice and tried to answer but the liquid pooling in his chest bubbled and made the words near unintelligible as he gasped breathlessly.
"H...hurts, S...Sam..!"
He whispered as the darkness enveloped him.