A heavy grunt falls from the young woman's mouth as she forces the now blunt blade through the rest of the partially decapitated man's neck. The man's head smacks the ground and rolls off to the side as his limp lifeless body falls to the blood tainted ground with a sickening thud. Stumbling backwards a few feet the young woman clutches her left side as she sinks down to her knees in an attempt to catch her breath and calm her erratic heartbeat. Seconds turn to minutes and minutes eventually ease into a passing hour as she continues to sit there collecting her thoughts and surveying the carnage lying before her.
"These damn covens just keep getting bigger and bigger," she mumbles as she goes to make an attempt to stand. She makes it to a standing position after a few failed attempts, but once she's upright she suddenly regrets the decision as the searing pain creeps up her left side once more. Instinctively her left hand shoots up and clutches at the area where the pain is emanating from, blinking back a few stray tears she moves her hand and glances down to find her standard issue police uniform shredded and blood oozing from the wound.
"Fuck me," the young woman states as she turns and makes a very slow exit from the rundown barn and into the cool darkness that has fallen, which she's silently grateful for. With one hand clutching at the wound on her side the other clutches at the side of the barn as she makes her way towards the edge of the woods where her vehicle is hidden. After what seems like forever she finally breaks through some low underbrush and falls heavily against the hood of her car, black spots dance heavily in her vision but she slides along the hood until she reaches the driver's side door.
Her fingers wrap around the door handle and she yanks with what's left of her energy, the door swings open as she falls to the pine straw covered ground with a yelp. She lies there for a few moments before forcing herself up to her hands and knees, very slowly she crawls to the driver's seat and hoists herself up into it. Her eyelids drift closed for a fraction of a second as her right hand searches lazily in the middle console for her cell phone. A sigh of relief washes over her as her fingers dance over the square shaped piece of technology, she lifts the phone up close to her face and begins to hurriedly scroll through her contacts.
As soon as the bright yellow cursor rolls over Dean Winchester's name she punches the dial button, slowly she raises the phone to her ear as it begins ringing. She leans her head back against the head rest as the phone continues to ring hoping beyond anything that the damn man would actually answer this time. The dark spots dancing before her grow in size just as someone picks up on the other end of the phone.
"[Y/N], you okay?" Dean questions loudly, but his words don't register with the young woman as her arm gives out as the world slowly starts to overcome her.
"Dean, officer down, I repeat… officer down." She mumbles before her arm falls away from her head, the phone slipping from her hand and down to the floorboard, her head lolls to the side as she loses consciousness. The bright moon slips from behind some stray clouds illuminating the wooded area, the car and the young hunter tucked away from the rest of the world, as both Winchesters and their faithful angel climb into the '67 impala to save their damsel in distress.