Dean carries you downstairs. When Sam saw you in Dean’s arms, all hope left him.
Dean: Go open the car!
Dean was so mad at himself, at you and at Sam. But mostly himself. He should’ve never let you go on that hunt alone. You haven’t done that for years. Sure you killed the whole nest but you maybe got yourself killed.
When they arrived to your motel room, they immediately started patching you up.
After a day or so, you finally woke up. When you saw Sam and Dean at your sides your frowned.
Dean: Easy there, tiger.
You: What am I doing here?
Dean: We found you lying on the floor, almost dead.
You sigh.
You: I’m sorry…
Sam: You were right…
You don’t look at Sam. You’re still hurt by his words and you were embarrassed that you didn’t proved him wrong.
The next day when you were feeling better, the three of you drove back to the bunker.
As much as you kept telling them you were fine, Sam prayed to Castiel.
“ ‘Cass, if you hear me, wait for us at the bunker. Y/N is hurt. You gotta check out on her”
When Castiel heard Sam’s prayer, he immediately vanished to the bunker, waiting for the three of you.
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The whole ride back to the bunker was silent. When Dean stopped the impala in the garage, you got out of it and went straight to your room.
Sam sighed but Dean knew you were going to do this.