You and Dean destroy the werewolves, and when the battle has come to an end, you let out a sharp breath and almost fall from your injuries. You grab Dean's arms and he grips you tightly, pulling you against him and wraps you in his arms. "Jesus!" he exclaims in shock in a low voice. "You're okay, Claire. I've got you." He seems to be saying this more to himself than you, as if trying to reassure himself that you are okay. "You're safe. I've got you."
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