"So should you." Dean said the words automatically as he stooped down to be on eye level with her. Her voice was off, her face was different, and there was blood all over the pink shirt she had on under her leather jacket. Automatically, Dean went into disaster protection mode, his hands feeling her over for wounds he knew would likely have already healed or things stuck inside of her that her body could not heal around. He was frustrated, wanting to do something to make things better and coming up with nothing he could do more than take her home, so he decided to do that.
"Come on, let's get you home."
Dean leaned in, the familiar smell of blood barely even bothering him as he tugged her to his chest and stood up with her. She felt so tiny and light in his arms, far too small to be off wandering around the city patrolling on her own. She had gotten hurt because of it. He ignored her protests that he shouldn't be there, shouldn't be near 'this,' whatever that was, and instead focused on getting her buckled securely in the passenger seat of his baby.
His hands were shaking as he slammed the door and went around to the driver's side. Something was wrong.