Dean had wounds of his own, but he was choosing to ignore them as he vaulted up the stairs to his house. Princess skittered along the hallway, all but bouncing to lead her master toward Bela. When he saw her crumpled body, it was all he could do to bite back a cry of alarm. He could see her breathing once he got closer, and he started to examine her for wounds. The knock to the head was nasty, and he moved her to another room to set her in bed. Then it was to the bathroom to wet a washcloth with cold water. He returned and put it on her forehead, gently wiping at blood. "Bela? C'mon, sweetheart, wake up." His voice sounded strained.