It was three happy men that turned the corner and continued walking down the street. They weren't drunk, not yet, but they were on their way to one of the local bars. It was just a usual night out, at least that's how it started. Little did they know it would be anything but usual.
"I just gotta pee," Dean said as he stepped into a dark alley.
"Why didn't you go at home?" Seth asked.
"Didn't have to go back then, smart boy," Dean answered.
He took a couple of more steps into the darkness and reached for his zipper. He didn't get a chance to pull it down before he heard it, soft moaning, coming from further in. He chuckled lowly, thinking someone was having sex in the dark alley.
"I hear you, guys," he said teasingly. "Keep her quiet or I'm coming down to take a peek."
The soft moaning continued, still just a female voice, and he figured he could wait a minute with peeing.
"I warned you," he chuckled.
He took his phone out and turned on the flashlight and moved further into the alley, following the sound of the soft moaning, trying to imagine what the woman might look like and how she was taking it in the current moment. What he found was anything but expected. There was a woman indeed but there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. She laid on her back, barely clinging on to life, while the blood poured out of her slit wrists.
"Guys, help!" He shouted.
Seth and Roman stormed into the alley the second they heard Dean's shouts for help. They found their friend with his shirt off, wrapping it around one of the wrists of the woman. Seth dropped down on her other side, yanked his shirt off too and wrapped the other wrist.
"Roman..." Seth started.
"On it," Roman said.
He sprinted out of the alley to get the car they had parked close by.
"Hey, stay awake!" Seth barked and lightly tapped on the woman's cheeks.
"Shit!" Dean hissed.
"You gotta stay awake," Seth said. "Fuck! We need to get her up."
He managed to lift her up and carry her out of the alley just at the same time as Roman pulled up. Dean opened the door to the back seat and Seth got himself and her into it.
"Step on it, Roman!" He hissed before looking down at the woman. "You're not dying on my watch. You hear me, sweet cheeks? You're not fucking dying on my watch!"
Roman ran to the house and unlocked the door, turning on the lights as he ran through the rooms. Dean was following straight after, getting his medical gear ready in the room they always used to patch each other up while Seth carried her inside and laid her down on the high bed they kept in there.
"Is there still time?" Seth asked.
"I hope so. Her heart is still beating but it's struggling to keep up," Dean answered as he thread the needle.
He removed one of the shirts and started sowing her arm together. She was unconscious but still moaning softly by the needle going through her arm but at least she laid still. Once he was done with one arm, he moved to the other side and gave the other arm the same treatment.
"It's all up to her now," he said as he put the needle down.
"Fight, sweet cheeks," Seth said while stroking her cheek. "Why would such a pretty thing try and take her own life?"
"Ask her yourself when she wakes up," Roman said.
"Shouldn't we be getting her out of this bloody dress?" Seth asked.
"I'll get a shirt," Roman said.
He ran to his room and grabbed a clean shirt. It was basically the same length as her little white dress and it would cover her up just the same. Once he was back in the room, Seth and Dean gently lifted her up in a sitting position, holding on to her while taking her dress off.
"What the fuck is that?" Seth asked as he looked at her back.
"Burn marks," Dean answered.
"Seriously?" Roman asked and walked around to take a look as well. "Holy shit, how many are there?"
Seth quickly counted them and looked up in horror.
"30," he answered.
"By the looks of them this has been going on over a period of time. See, some of them are healed or almost healed while others look like they were done recently," Dean said.
"Maybe that's why she tried to kill herself. If she's with an abusive bastard," Roman said.
"Guess we'll learn soon enough. Her breathing seems more steady now. Can you grab that creme over there?" Dean asked and pointed. "Wanna make sure this heals properly."
Roman walked over and grabbed the cream and Dean gently applied it to the burn marks. Afterwards Seth got her in Roman's shirt and they gently laid her back down on the bed.
"And now we wait," Dean said.
"Such a shame," Seth said as he put a blanket over her lower body. "Such a shame that such a pretty face is hurting."