#4 Hurt Dean
Quiet As A Mouse...
Sam pushed himself further into the shadows, pulling Dean's limp body against him, the side of his face pressed to Dean's head, blood already forming glue between them.
The creature outside tried to scent them, snuffling and scratching beyond the darkness of the rocks shielding them. Sam prayed the special dust they had covered themselves with would keep them hidden.
He tried to control his own shaking breath.
Go away, go away...
Dean moved as consciousness returned. His boot jerked minutely, dislodging a pebble.
Sam's hand moved quickly to Dean's mouth.
"Lay still." Sam breathed into Dean's ear. "Lay still."