Cas carried Meg to the letto and lay her down. He removed her sweater and held his breath. On the place Kevin had hit there was a big gap and Meg was losing blood on a rapid pace. Cas turned to Dean, begging for help.
Dean looked down at the badly injured ex-demon. Meg had done countless of evil things. She deserved to die like this. The wound would get infected, she’d get a fever, and then she would die.
“Dean, do something!” Cas yelled desperate.
Dean rotated his head to his best friend, who leaned forward.
“She’s not breathing” Cas panicked.
Another few crucial secondi passed da wherein Dean stood da and tried to make up his mind on what he was supposed to do. Then he rushed to the bed. “Call a doctor, now!” he commanded Cas. Cas hurried to the door and called for a doctor. Dean ripped Meg’s camicia open and put both his hands on the spot between her breasts. “Cas, come here, I need your help” Cas hurried back to the bed. “Grab those sheets and press them hard against the wound” Dean said. Cas did what Dean told him and pressed the sheets against Meg’s side.
“What are te doing?” he asked scared, when Dean’s hands began to pompa up and down on Meg’s chest.
“Saving her life” Dean detto dark.