The door opened slowly. The worn wood protested with a loud creak.
The shot was loud in the small room. The sound reverberated from the walls.
Dean stubbornly held onto consciousness, but his strength was fading fast. Everything grew dark around the edges.
His hand had dropped back on the bed though the barrel was still aimed at the door.
"Leave us 'lone y' sonuvabitch." Dean hissed weakly. His index finger tightened around the trigger, ready to shoot.
No one would get to Sammy.
Damnit, where the hell was dad? He wouldn't leave them alone when they were injured like this. He had to call him. Maybe call Bobby…
Dark spots grew in front of his vision.
He caught movement out of the corner of his eyes though he couldn't exactly tell if the intruder had moved or the spinning of room had just picked up in speed.
A second shot echoed in the room, followed by a surprised outcry.
TBC