"Dean!" I look down at my brother in numb horror, seeing the blood pooling underneath him. There are several visible lacerations but the worst wound was in the thigh. I drop to my knees next to him. "Dean, c'mon man, wake up," I command, patting his cheeks. His skin is cool and clammy beneath my fingers. Shock.
I rip off my long-sleeve shirt, securing it around the wound. Dean arches his back as I do.
"S'mmm?" It's no more than a breath of sound.
I place my hand on his forehead, rubbing slightly. "Ssshhh. I'm here, Dean. Gonna be okay."
Fin