All you could feel was the sharp jolts of pain shooting throughout your body. Long, slender fingers dipped into your wound before pulling back.

Fresh wind hit your face as your hair was tucked away from your burning forehead and tucked gently beneath your head.

You could hear the sound of your brothers panicked voice. You could hear Dean ordering Sam and yelling profoundly. You could hear the sound of your blood squelching as fingers tried to close the skin that allowed the blood to seep out freely.

You could smell the iron of your own blood. You could smell the dirt beneath your fingers and the horrid stench of antiseptic.
You could see nothing.

You were slowly dipping in and out of consciousness as your body trembled. Every now and then your body would let out a sharp jolt which was returned by a heavy hand pinning you down and another that stroked your hair.

Your eyelids were being pinned down by what felt like tons of weights. You were lucky to have knocked yourself out because no one would want to endure the pain you were feeling right now. Unfortunately, you were in and out right now and in mere seconds you were shooting up, your eyes slamming open.

Your brothers jumped as they struggled to pin you down. Dean was still cleaning up your wound as Sam cursed under his breath and tried to talk to you. His head came into view over you as his lips moved but you couldn't hear anything anymore.

You shook slightly, your fingers that were coated in crimson were constantly twitching as you felt the sharp split of the needle piercing through your skin.

You opened your mouth to talk but nothing came out. You were gonna be sick. You tried to warn Sam, scared you would choke on your own vomit as you stomach twirled.

You fought the urge to be sick everywhere but you body jerked a few times, a weird gurgling sound in your stomach as Dean froze slightly.
"No, no... (y/n) don't you dare be sick''Dean warned as nicely as he could. Sam shared a worried look with Dean as Dean held the needle away from you for a short while.

''Sam... if she's sick she'll rip out every single stitch I've made''Dean breathed out. Sam nodded as he turned to you. His one arm wrapped around the side of your head as his thumb rubbed your temple.

''Hey, hey. Listen to me, okay. Just listen, forget everything else''Sam spoke softly as he blocked your view from the needle.  His eyes worriedly flashed over your face as you held your breath.

Your eyes burned, watering as one seeped out over your cheek. The burning sensation grew hotter in your stomach and the nauseousness feeling was starting to over take you.

''Just hang in there, okay?''Sam sighed. ''You've only got a few more and then you're done, okay''Sam whispered in a panicked voice. You felt the overwhelming urge to be sick but instead your head dropped and your eyes were closed once more.

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The light burned your eyes, the soft feel of cotton between your fingertips and no longer dirt. You groaned, flinching as you tried to sit up but felt a sharp jolt against you. You flicked off the soft blankets that had been bundled over you and slowly placed you feet either side of the floor.

With a sharp grunt you yanked yourself up and limped into the main living room. You noticed you were at Bobby's. You stumbled, grasping the door as you closed your eyes and held your breath. The same feeling over whelmed you as you lost your balanced and spiralled towards the floor.

A pair of strong arms reached out and grabbed you before you could fall. You gasped in shock and pain, the horrid feeling mixing in your stomach as you were placed back on the cot.

''What the hell are you playing at''Dean growled. He looked pissed as hell. You sat on the side of the Cot, head down as you breathed deeply. Dean leaned against the wall, his arms crossed as his nose flared, jaw gritting.

''I'm sorry''You mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Dean shook his head. You jumped when he hit his fist off the wall.

''Damn it, (y/n)... why didn't you tell me. Do you know how stupid you were! Did you really think you'd last till Bobby's with a wound like that''Dean yelled. You sheepishly glanced up at him as you shook your head like a little kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

Dean sighed, his eyes looked everywhere around the room but you as you watched him guiltily. He finally let out a breath as his face relaxed and he sat next to you.

''You have no idea how badly you scared
the crap out of me and Sam you know''Dean sighed, his shoulder slumping as he stared at the wall ahead. ''We could have lost you, you know that?''Dean said as turned towards you. You shook your head as you looked away from him.

Dean said nothing but looked over you. ''How you feeling?''He asked.

''I'm good''You nodded, your voice quiet since you had recieved a scolding not to long ago. Dean opened his mouth to talk again but he was interrupted by Sam coming into the room.
Sam stopped walking as quickly, bracing himself against the door like Dean had as his eyes flashed over your stomach before looking at Dean.

''hey''Sam greeted wearily, unsure if he should have entered at this exact time or not. Dean gave him a nod as he got up and left. Sam slowly came into the room.

''Are you gonna yell at me too''You grumbled, turning your head and staring out of the window as Sam chuckled softly.

''no.''Sam laughed, sitting beside you. ''But I will tell you that what you did was wrong. You know that right?''Sam asked as he placed an arm gently around your shoulder.

You nodded, leaning into him as you breathed out carefully. ''I know, Sam. I know now and I'm sorry''You mumbled. Sam chuckled again as he nodded.

''Dean's not mad at you you know. He's just scared. We both were. We thought we lost you''Sam stated. You looked at him to see him giving you the same stern look Dean had given you.

''Yeah I know''You sighed. ''Tell him I'm sorry?''You asked as you looked up at Sam. Sam smiled before getting up.

''You can tell him yourself''Sam laughed. You frowned, brows furrowing as you looked at him.

''Dean won't let me leave tho-" you were cut off as Sam hoisted you up, placing you over his shoulders like when you were a little kid. You shrieked before bursting out laughing, gripping his head for dear life and making sure you wouldn't hit your own head on the ceiling fan.
Sam made his way to the kitchen where Dean was cooking something. Dean turned around his eyes scaling all the way up to you before he went to scold Sam.

"Relax, she's fine. And she wants to say something to you anyway''Sam assured as he carefully pulled you down. He made sure to stay behind you in case you got dizzy again.

''I'm sorry, Dean''You frowned, shuffling your foot along the floor as you averted your eyes from your annoyed older brother. Dean let out a sigh before you felt yourself being pulled into a hug.

''it's fine. But don't ever do it again''Dean warned.

''I won't, I swear''You promised, nodding quickly. Dean chuckled, ruffling your hair before throwing you a chocolate bar.

''I thought we dropped everything''Sam questioned, his head tilting in confusion.

''I put it in my pocket''Dean winked as you bit into the chocolate bar.