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Pain. It rippled through your body in every step, every breath you took. Sam and Dean were trying desperately to carry you on their shoulders, quickly aborting an unsuccessful hunt but every second felt agonizing with the wound on your side bleeding profusely. The boys and you went hunting a pack of wolves, but unfortunately, you all underestimated their numbers and you would have to pay the price with one of the larger males ripping their claws through your side. Now you were bleeding all over the forest floor, praying that you will at least make it to the car before you completely lost consciousness. “Come on Y/N, we’re not far from Baby now,” you heard Dean say to you, desperation filling his voice. He’s never sounded this worried before. Usually, you would get hurt on a hunt but always managed to shake it off and be met with Deans whining about you needing to be more careful, but annoyance was the only emotion he conveyed when going on those little rants, not worried.
A few more steps and the three of you had finally made it to the car with Dean dropping your arm to hurriedly search for his keys, checking every pocket until he eventually found them in the front left pocket of his jeans. He tossed them to Sam, who swiftly caught them in his free hand, and went back to focusing on you. Carefully, you were laid onto the backseat of the Impala with Dean laying your head onto his lap so he had better access to the wound and could try to keep you awake. As soon as the car started up and began to move, pain shot through your body once more, causing you to cry out in agony and squirm to find any type of comfort. To stop you from moving around and possibly making your wound even worse Dean stripped his flannel from his back, balled it up, and gently but firmly pressed it on your side. You stopped, for the time being, becoming aware of the immense amount of blood covering the back seat “I’m sorry, so sorry,” you began to repeat with short labored breaths in between knowing Dean was going to rip you a new one once the ordeal was over. He just shook his head furiously telling you, “don’t worry about that now, just focus on me. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. I need you to stay awake for me, can you do that?” You nodded your head slowly doing exactly as he said, it was hard to see his features in the dark, but the occasional street lamp gave way to a split second of light. From those few split seconds, you could see the tense and furrowed brows leading into his green orbs that looked almost brown in the poor lighting. Light freckles peppered across his face, before you could study him some more, he looked forward asking Sam how far the closest hospital was. You watched his adam's apple bob up and down until it hit you, “hospital? Don’t take me there Dean please I don’t want to go there."
“They're right Dean, we can’t take them to a hospital. The nearest one is another 50 miles, they won’t make it.” Sam said hurriedly driving as fast as he possibly could, eyes trained on the road. Staying conscious started to get harder and harder as the minutes passed by with your vision becoming blurry and full of black dots. The only thing worth focusing on was Dean’s hushed voice as he constantly kept calling out for Cas. “Cas I need your help.”
“Cas it’s about YN.”
“Cas it’s Dean we really need you now.”
“Cas you better answer me you ass.”
The sentences were repeated over and over again, with each one being backed with more and more desperate anger. Before you finally slipped away letting the darkness overcome you, the sight of a trench coat entered your peripheral vision.
•••
Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the sight of a familiar ceiling. Back in the bunker, you were. The mattress under your body was soft and inviting you to return to your slumber, but the clearing of someone’s voice made your body shoot up. Pain rippled through your side once more, forcing you to remember the events of last night and also see an angered Dean. “What happened?” That was all you could ask sensing something was off about the scolding you were about to receive. He huffed and began walking towards the bed sitting on the edge when he finally reached it starting with, “Cas finally answered just as you knocked out. He wasn’t able to fix everything, but he handled most of it, so Sam stitched the rest up. You’re done with hunting Y/N.”
“That’s not for you to decide Dean, this was one mishap. Besides, I came out fine and that’s what matters.”
“You can’t just brush this off like you weren’t about to die in my damn car,” his voice started to rise, and noticing this he took a deep breath before starting again, “The thought of losing you is too much to bear, so I need you to step down. You can still do the research and be involved but, on the sidelines. Please.” His voice got quieter when saying the last part. It felt unnatural to hear him say it so sincerely, to the point where it genuinely stunned you. Time seemed to stop the air grew still with that last word replaying in your mind.
“Dean, don’t take this the wrong way but, why do you care so much?” You knew in your heart the answer to that but wanted to hear him say it. He finally turned to look you in the eyes, “because it’s damn near impossible to do my job and worry about someone so important to me. The thought of losing you, physically makes me sick to my stomach so once again, please just sit out on hunts.”
“Fine, only until this shit fully heals and if it’s an easy job I get to come,” you held out your pinky towards him, it was a childish thing to do but it was the one thing you felt you could fall back on. Dean threw a disappointed look your way but gave in wrapping his pinky around yours and pulling you in for a hug. His hand hovers over your wound but you still feel a wave of heat hit you, causing you to wince into the embrace. Dean quickly pulls back and asks for permission to check your wound and change the bandage and once you gave in he went right to work making sure everything was clean and nothing got infected. No words were exchanged, when he did this you only focused once again on his concentrated face. Tracing the lines of his face while he carefully cleaned you off, you would occasionally shift out of discomfort once in a while and watch him meet your eyes before returning to his work. Once he was done, he awkwardly put everything in the trash and back where he got it before being at your bedside once more, not knowing what else to do. “Well, I’ll let you rest some more,” he stated before beginning to walk off, stop, then abruptly turn back and place a kiss gently onto your forehead. He pulled away with his eyes flicking to your lips and without thinking you lifted yourself to meet his lips. They were soft, sweet, and fit in perfectly with yours his hands cupping your face and neck made it all the more enjoyable. Yet he pulled away almost too soon for you leaving you alone in the room and wondering what the future would be like for the both of you.