Fractured

Why Would She Show Me?

Dean gently laid me down in the back seat, and Sam joined me laying my head in his lap. Dean entered the front seat with a grunt, and Sam and him shared a concerned glance before Dean sped to a different location far from here.

The jolt from the car backing up caused me to cry out. I looked up to Sam and reached one of my hands out for his. He engulfed it in one of his, and I squeezed tightly.

"We need ... to clean. To clean our wounds," I rasped out, as tears freely fell down my face.

"We will. We need to get somewhere safe first," Dean said from the front seat.

I nodded to myself, as my vision started to blur again. I lost so much blood already, I need to get my wounds stitched up and soon. We hit a bump in the road which caused a chorus of grunts and moans from us. Sam flinched under me, and I winced from his movement.

I looked back up to Sam and started, "We need to," I paused, clearing my throat, "We need to stitch me up. I'm losing too much blood."

Sam shared a frantic glance with Dean through the rare view mirror, and then looked back down to me, "Just hold on a little longer. We are almost at a safe spot."

I took in a few ragged breaths before I replied, "O-Okay." I closed my eyes in hopes of willing away the pain. Sam must have thought I passed out because he started to shake me softly. "I'm still awake," I mumbled weakly, "everything hurts."

"I know, just stay with us a little longer," Sam said, and I could hear the pain in his voice. He was hurt badly too.

"Dean," I wheezed out, worried about him.

"What's up sweetheart," Dean replied instantly.

I turned my head slowly to face him, so I could take in his appearance. He looked awful, and I could tell he was trying to hold it together for Sam and me.

"Please tell me you're, okay," I pleaded.

"I'm fine, baby. We are almost there," Dean assured me, although I could tell he was lying.

My eyelids started to become heavy, but I tried my hardest to keep my eyes open. I was breathing heavy, and gasping out in pain every few minutes. The boys doing the same, signaling they were hurt just as bad as me. The only difference is I've been losing blood for a little over an hour, they haven't.

Dean abruptly pulled to a stop and parked the car, which caused me to hiss out in pain, and take in a sharp breath. Sam opened the door, and slowly moved from under me, so he could get out.

I gasped out in pain as someone picked me up in their arms. I couldn't see who it was because I was now unable to open my eyes anymore, darkness threatening to take over.

I was soon set down on a soft surface, and I heard Dean frantically call for Sam to get the stitch kit, and alcohol to clean my wounds.

My eyes flew open and pain was registered in my abdomen. I yelled out in pain as I felt liquid seep into my wounds. Tears flew down my face, and I reached out for someone's hand. Dean quickly grabbed it as he sat next to me, holding me still.

"Shhh... Shhhhh," Dean tried to soothe as he ran his other hand through my hair.

I turned my head to face him, as black dots started to take over my vision again, "I can't take it. I can't take it, anymore."

Dean looked at me and I saw fear, worry, and sadness swirl in his green eyes as tears started to pool at the bottom, "You can do it sweetheart, just hold on a little longer."

Dean quickly glanced up at Sam as he muttered something about how he still has to stitch me up. Dean tensed knowing that it was going to hurt and I squeezed his hand to get his attention back to me.