I am so so sorry about the long wait. I just had no idea where I wanted to go from where I was. I'll try my hardest not to let it be so long again. I was so blocked. I kept writing and deleting. I think I've got a pretty good direction now. Enjoy. Sorry again for the wait.
I appeared in the bunker with a flurry of wings and pressed my hand against my shoulder wound to staunch the bleeding, my grace pouring out around it. "Sam!" I shouted, leaning against a table and coughing into my hand, I looked in my palm and found blood. "Sam!" I shouted as loud as I could. I heard hurried footsteps.
"Oh, my god, Sara." He darted over to me and picked me up. "What happened?" He carried me quickly to the sort-of-medical bay. Dean and Castiel caught up soon afterwards.
"Sister." Castiel said in Enochian, voice full of anguish.
"I got shot." I murmured. "Twice." I coughed slightly, eyeing the grace pouring out of my wound. "You've got to get the bullet out." I said tiredly.
"Who did this?" Dean asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Ambriel." I murmured, my eyes drooping. "They've melted their angel blades to bullets."
"Crowley, no doubt." Dean grumbled.
"Bite down on this." Sam shoved a rag at my face; I looked up at him and complied. "Where's the other bullet?" I spit the rag out and licked my lips, lifting the hem of my shirt; my grace soon filled the room. "Fuck," Sam swore, leaning back in his chair and running a hand down his face.
"Just get the bullets out, Sam. I'll be fine." I shoved the rag back in my mouth and closed my eyes.
I heard him rummaging around to find a tool and soon felt him probing in my shoulder wound. I bit hard on the rag and furrowed my face. Slowly he pulled what turned out to be forceps out of my shoulder, bullet pinched between them. I heard it plink down on the floor and he thoroughly cleaned my wound and placed gauze over it, before moving down to my rib cage, where the other bullet was lodged. He inserted the forceps again and grasped at nothing for a while before finding the bullet. It plinked against the floor with the other and after another cleaning; gauze was placed over that one as well.
"How do you feel?" He asked quietly.
"Better," I said after spitting the rag out. "I'm just tired." I sat up slowly and lowered my legs off the table.
"Let me carry you." He said, reaching out to grab me.
"I'm okay, Sam." I said, cupping my hand around his cheek. "I can walk." I placed my feet on the ground and stood, swaying slightly. "Wake me up tomorrow." I hobbled down the hall with all of them trailing behind me quietly. I reached my room and closed the door, stripping out of my clothes numbly. I climbed into bed and was asleep instantly.