beck and beth are based off of my best friend and i :)
"dean! beck!" fear ripped through sam's voice as it echoed within the bunker.
dean and beck, amid an intense makeout session in dean's room, raced into the main room to meet sam.
sam paused for a minute, noticing their disheveled clothing, tousled hair and the lip gloss smeared on the side of dean's mouth.
"sammy, what's the matter?!" dean exclaimed.
they noticed beth, unconscious and bleeding in sam's arms.
"oh my g - sam, what happened?!" beck shrieked, rushing to his side.
sam sped into the den and gently laid beth down on the couch.
dean appeared behind them, holding several towels and a first aid kit.
sam knelt by beth's side, pressing a towel to the oozing gash on beth's temple.
dean was at the foot of the couch, bandaging the lacerations running up and down beth's legs.
"okay sam, what happened?" beck asked softly, gently resting her hand on sam's shoulder.
sam wrapped a piece of gauze gingerly around beth's head.
"we were hunting, and she told me she was okay to go into the other room by herself." he sighed, "so she went into the other room. she was fine for a few minutes, and then i heard her scream. when i found her, she was lying unconscious and all torn up. and i have no idea what did this to her." sam dropped his head into his hands. "this is all my fault. i shouldn't have let her go alone. it's all my fault." sam wouldn't stop blaming himself.
"sammy. shut up." dean muttered, his voice rough.
"she's going to be okay." beck assured sam.
dean finished binding beth's cuts.
beck and dean slipped out of the room, leaving sam and beth alone.
sam stroked beth's limp hand, willing her to wake up.
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sam woke up the next morning, uncomfortably slumped on the ground next to the couch.
beth was stirring slightly.
"beth? baby?" sam whispered, cupping her face in his hand.
her eyes fluttered open. "sammy?" beth's voice was barely audible.
sam heaved a big sigh of relief and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
