That was the first and last time Josie let Dean help her get dressed. The danger of being tempted again was too high and so she developed her own techniques for getting dressed each morning. She looked at the wound in the mirror, which was healing only slowly. She gave herself one more day, then she would voluntarily see a doctor, even if he would ask questions. Since she could not see everything in the mirror, she asked one of the brothers for help.
Dean was studying his father's journal in the library while Sam nervously scurried around the bunker.
"What's going on with Sam?", she inquired of Dean.
"Date night", he replied without looking up, turning his page.
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"And what's going on with you? Are you memorizing your dad's notes or why are you so engrossed?"
He lifted his eyes briefly and his jaw almost dropped. Josie's sheer tank top clearly showed her curves underneath. Shyly, she bit her lips and brushed her hair to one side.
"Will you do me a favor?", she breathed.
Eagerly the hunter nodded, no matter what she would ask him to do, he would do anything for her. Smiling, she sat down on the chair next to him and turned her back to him.
"Can you take a look at my shoulder, I think something is wrong".
Carefully he tapped the redness and felt the heat. Inevitably Josie squinted her eyes in pain. Disappointed, Dean determined it was because of the stitches.
"The stitches need to come out, but it's best we go to a doctor, I don't want to mess up any more", he suggested, gently stroking her shoulder blade.
"It's okay, just pull them out, I'll just keep a scar, who cares", she gritted her teeth, not liking doctors much.
"Are you really sure? I'm not a specialist, more like a field doctor".
"Dean, don't be like that, just do it", she whined, wanting to be rid of the pain finally.
Sighing, Dean got everything he needed, including disinfectant and no booze like last time. He sat down behind her and picked up the tweezers. Anticipating the pain, she placed her palms on his knees to her left and right and held her breath. The thread burned and she tensed. The longer it took him to loosen the stitches, the worse it got, and she clawed at his thighs.
"I know it hurts, but my legs can't help it either", he whined, speculating that he would be bruised tomorrow.
"I'm sorry", she gritted, trying to let go, but inevitably squeezing again as he took care of the last thread.
Closing her eyes, she groaned in agony and breathed heavily.
"I was hoping I'd make you moan eventually, but this isn't how I imagined it", he joked, looking at her with a meaningful grin.
