"Lean on me, Dean," Sam said while putting his arm around his brother. "Come on. We're almost there."
Dean moaned, grabbing his bloody side, still too stubborn to actually lean on his little brother. Sam sighed and grabbed Dean by the armpit, pulling him up. "Come on, tough guy." Dean grumbled, but finally gave in. The blood loss made him feel awful.
Suddenly Sam heard a cracking noise behind him and without any hesitation he grabbed the demon knife, turned around and sliced the demon's throat who was ready to jump on top of them, while still holding his brother with the other hand.
"Good job, Sammy," Dean said hoarsely through some coughing fits. Sam felt how he got heavier and slid down. Sam pulled him back up while scanning the surroundings and could finally see the flickering lights from the motel sign.
"You're okay, Dean," Sam said soothingly. "You're going to be okay." He muttered more to himself now.
He rushed to the motel, almost half carrying Dean. Once they arrived at their room, Sam put him on the bed, ripping off his shirt; clearing the area around his wound. Dean breathed heavily and with every breath he took Sam could see how blood trickled down his side. Sam blinked a few times before he carried on, grabbing a towel, making it wet and sat on a chair next to Dean. He pushed the towel to the wound, keeping pressure on it. Sam sighed deeply and allowed himself to take a closer look at his brother. Dean was getting pale, flinching with every breath exhale. The cut was deep and the skin around it started to get red and swollen. The demon got him good.
Sam leaned forward, resting his head on Dean's chest. He's going to be okay. He's his big brother. Of course he is going to be okay. He just needs some stitches, he will get some after the bleeding stops. He will patch Dean up. He wi-
Sam startled when he felt a hand on his head, weakly ruffling through his hair.
"Doing good, Sammy," Dean said and Sam could hear the smile through his voice. And then he knew, that Dean was going to be alright.