Lara had seen wounds much worse than this. She'd dealt with lost limbs, severed arteries and knife wounds that went so deep you could see the bone. Seen more than her fair share of violence and death, and she was fine to admit that.
Yet when she looked at the amount of blood that was constantly running out of Gadreel's chest, she felt like she would faint right there and then.
She was only snapped out of her trance like state when she saw Sam and Cas run forward to hold Dean back from attacking Gadreel once more. Lara tried to use her basic instinct, forget it was him she was looking at, forget she had ever laid eyes on him before and focus on the problem at hand.
First problem; Dean.
She pushed all thoughts aside as she rushed towards Sam and Cas struggling to hold back Dean, the strange blade still in his hand. Facing him, she grabbed the edges of his shirt "Dean! Drop the blade" His eyes looked straight past hers, his brow furrowed and his entire body hummed with adrenaline. "Dean!" Finally he met her eyes for a fleeting second and she no longer saw Dean, whatever he was now wasn't… human.
"Get out of my way. He deserves to die"
"Drop the blade first"
"I said get out of my way"
Lara's anger rose and snapped. Taking a step backwards, she let go of his shirt, clenched a fist and promptly swung it towards his face. The impact made Dean fall back into Cas, and the blade he had so tightly clenched lay several paces away from him.
"And I said drop the fucking blade"
Quelling her disgust, she turned away and let Sam and Cas deal with him. She would help later, if she could bring herself to even look at Dean ever again.
Second problem; Gadreel.
There was now a small puddle of blood surrounding Gadreel as he lay propped up against a pole by the stairs, his hand lay across his chest and his breathing was heavy as Lara ran to him and knelt by his side. She felt sick looking at him. His eyes fluttered open as she pried his hand away from the wound, she could feel his eyes on her as she thought about what to do.
"It's.. you" Gadreel's voice was shaky, the puddle of blood was growing around him and his face turned whiter by the second.
"Don't speak, it won't help"
"But it is.. you"
Lara took her eyes away from his bleeding chest and looked at his face instead. She wasn't sure if it was the loss of blood or his true emotions, but he was smiling weakly at her, his eyes were the only part of him that were shining brightly with life. She smiled back, gently pushing his air away from his face.
"Yes, it's me"
As he tried to say something more, he began to cough up blood, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Shit, no no no" Lara's head swam with every thought and emotion she could feel, muddling her instinct immediately. As she panicked she felt a hand on her shoulder and whipped her head round to see Cas standing behind her.
"Step away, I can help"
When she didn't move, Cas gently pushed her away and knelt beside Gadreel , assessing the damage. Gadreel's eyes flickered like butterfly wings as he recognised Cas' face in front of him. "Brother don't"
"Please, don't object"
Cas placed his hand upon Gadreel's head and the open flesh on his chest began to fuse together with surprising speed. As the colour returned to Gadreel's face and his breathing slowed to normal, Lara moved back to his side and eyed his chest suspiciously. Cas stood and turned back towards where Sam had managed to miraculously find a length of rope to bind Dean to a leg of the table in the research room, the first blade safely stored away in a box.
