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“Sam!”  Dean shouted as he sprinted down the stairs into the bunker and down the hall.  “Sam, answer me!”

“Here, I’m here, what’s going on?”  Sam came jogging out of the library to face his brother.

“Where’s Jack?  Is he okay?”  Dean panted placing his hands on his hips, obviously winded.

“Jack’s fine, you’re the one with bleeding wounds.”  Sam’s face changed suddenly with concern.

“What?  What are you-”  Dean stopped as he lifted his shirt to look at the unmarked skin of his abdomen but the blood that was dripping and had stained his shirt.  “Where is she?”

“I thought she was with you.”  Sam’s face paled as the brothers realized that you weren’t in the bunker and were in a very bad situation.

“DEAN!”  Castiel called from the kitchen area.  The brothers took off to the kitchen as Jack popped his head around the corner to look into the room.

“What the hell Cas?!”  Dean growled as he came to stand next to the angel.  Cas deposited you onto the dinner table as you squealed in pain.  Sam rushed over and tore at the bottom of your shirt revealing the marred skin that matched Dean’s stains.

“What happened?”  Sam asked as he grabbed towels and applied pressure to the two gunshot wounds at your bottom ribs.

“She was out, she called for me.  I brought her here.”  Castiel answered.  “I’m not sure I have the power to heal her,”  Castiel answered ashamed.

“Let me,”  Jack piped up as he walked into the room.  “Please, let me help,”  Jack said. Dean moved to a slightly defensive position near your body when Arthur Ketch walked in behind Jack with his gun raised.

“Hitched a little ride with the angel, thanks to some tech I got my hands on.”  He held up an odd-looking metal ball.  Then looked at Dean.  “You had no right to take her from me, even if you do share some weakness for her.  She is Mine.”