Word: Ashen
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Four hours…Still no improvement to be had. Bobby was sweating over the still body of the older hunter, furiously digging away to retrieve the bullet that put him in this condition. Sam sat idly by waiting to hear some good news, but Bobby had yet to say anything but 'get me this, get me that.'
That was until Bobby's face cringed and Sam saw why. Dean had taken a turn for the worse. His brother was pale, wan, and ashen. His pulse was slowly dropping and Bobby couldn't get him to stop bleeding. Sam held his breath, and simply waited.