Disclaimer: I don't own, nor claim to own, Supernatural in any way, shape, or form. But the characters that you don't know were made up for this story. And also, this is my first Supernatural fanfic, and my first fanfict in a few years. So this is my 'this is me getting back into writing fanfics' fanfic. Enjoy!
Dean Winchester's heart pounded in his chest as he clutched his side, blood seeping through his fingers. The cold night air filled with the acrid scent of gunpowder, his senses reeling from the sharp crack of the bullet that had torn through his flesh. An insidious darkness crept at the edges of his vision, threatening to consume him entirely.
Sam, his brother, his anchor, was nowhere to be seen. Panic gripped Dean's battered body as he struggled to stay upright, his life force leaking onto the cold, unforgiving pavement. Through gritted teeth, he whispered a desperate prayer, pleading for his brother's safety.
His consciousness threatened to slip away, the weight of the pain pulling him into the beckoning abyss. It was in that fleeting moment, when Dean was on the precipice of surrender, that an unexpected glimmer of hope appeared.
Footsteps crunched on gravel, approaching with an urgency that matched the drummer in Dean's pounding head. A figure materialized through the haze of pain and fear, and Dean's blurred vision focused on a pair of concerned eyes. It was a stranger, their face etched with a mix of determination and compassion.
"S-Stay with me," the stranger urged, their voice laced with an unfamiliar but comforting warmth. "I won't let you die here, Dean."
Drawing upon the last vestiges of his strength, Dean clung to this unexpected lifeline. The stranger's touch was gentle yet purposeful as they applied pressure to Dean's wound, stemming the flow of blood. Each agonizing second felt like an eternity, but the stranger remained steadfast, their unwavering presence offering a glimmer of hope in the midst of the darkness closing in.
As Dean's consciousness slipped further into the void, he registered the sound of sirens in the distance. Help was on its way, but would it arrive in time? With every ounce of willpower he could muster, Dean fought against the encroaching darkness and focused on the stranger's voice, their words a lifeline to cling to.
"Stay with me, Dean," the stranger repeated, their voice filled with determination. "You're not alone. We're going to get through this together."
And with those words echoing in his mind, Dean Winchester surrendered to the murky abyss, his fate hanging precariously between life and death.
Sam wanted to go back to check on his brother, but other people - probably fellow hunters - just pulled him back, letting one of their own go back for Dean. But that was about half an hour ago. What was taking so long?
"I should really get back now, Dean might-"
"Shh," a voice whispered softly, and when Sam glanced over his shoulder he saw a woman standing there. "I need to check your wounds out."
Sam just stared at her for a moment, then shook his head and took a step back. "Who are you people? And how did you know where to find us?" He had so many questions that he wanted to ask, but fell only thought that went through his head was if Dean was okay.
"We are hunters- just like you and your brother are," she answered. "I am Emily," she introduced herself. "And you are Sam Winchester, and that was your brother, Dean."
Sam glanced at her in surprise. She apparently knew them, but they didn't know her. So how did these other hunters know about them? He opened his mouth to ask her, but heard someone call out from the distance.
"Emily! We need a medic over here!" He called out.
Emily frowned. "Crap!" She rushed off to get her supplies.
Sam turned his gaze over towards the entrance, where he saw a man half carrying and half dragging his brother, so he ran over to help. "Dean?" He called out, as the stranger gently laid him down on a bed. Sam frowned as he quickly checked for a pulse, breathing a sigh of relief when he found one.
Emily came back a moment later holding a first aid kit, then quickly went to work.
Sam was watching her closely, then glanced back at Dean. "You're going to be okay, Dean," he whispered softly. "You just have to be."
A couple of other people came in at that moment. The taller one of the two fixed his gaze on the stranger who had saved Dean. "That was a foolish mistake, Noah. You could have been killed or gotten someone in your team killed. And for what? A couple of other hunters who were stupid enough to get themselves caught?"
Noah shook his head. "We are not supposed to let innocent people die," he objected. "Besides, that thing is still out there and we don't even know what it is or how to kill it. Maybe a couple of other hunters could help us."
"Or maybe they might get us killed," the man scoffed. He glanced over at Emily, then stormed off.
Sam frowned. "He sounds like a peach," he spoke up after a moment, sarcastically.
"Oh, yeah, he's a teddy bear," Noah snickered. He headed towards the back of the room to grab one of their guns. "We need to kill that thing - whatever it is - before something bad happens to someone else."
Emily finished patching Dean up. "I agree, but we should wait until he wakes up so they could hopefully help us."
Sam listened to them. "Hey, this thing hurt my brother, so we need to find it as soon as possible, what if it decides to come back and finish the job?"
Noah thought a moment. "It won't, I'll be standing guard to make sure it doesn't," he promised, then glanced over at Emily. "And you two can stay here with him, if it gets passed me, at least you guys will be here to stop it."
Mean-while out in the woods, the man was standing there, when he noticed the eyes of the creature peering out at him through the trees. "Hey, you was supposed to finish the job. Now I didn't release you just so you could almost finish it. Get the job done." He sighed, "I want those Winchesters dead, you hear me? They are staying back at the camp now, just go and finish it."
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