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Dean winchester

The two of you just got back from a vamp nest job. It took a toll on both of you. You had sustained a nice bruised ankle while he got slashed in the arm.
This all happened only a couple days after Sam decided to leave us. I could tell Dean was angry about it.

Once in the motel he rushes to the bathroom

I limp over to the little shitty table and sit with a sigh

I reach and grab my bag where I keep my advanced first aid kit. Which basically just has anything you could think in it.

I pull out my wrap for my ankle and start to tightly wrap it wincing as I do.

I can't help but cringe hearing the painful sounds from the bathroom

"I can't fucking believe how strong that nest was" Dean grunts trying to distract himself

"Would've been nice to have Sammy there" I sigh getting up to help him

I grab my kit and limp over to the bathroom feeling lightheaded

"Well Sam left us" Dean sighs as I walk in

He's got his belt around his arm tightly restricting blood flow. But some blood is still dripping.
Both hands are gripping sides of the sink as he looks down

"Your arm is bleeding" I say
(My dumb smart ass way of making sure he hasn't lost too much blood based on his reaction)

"Oh really asshole? I didn't notice half my blood has drained into the sink" he snaps a little
(Nah he's still got blood)

"Want me to stitch it or not?" I ask

He quietly turns on the water and washes the red liquid away and washes his arm with a wince

Then he sits on the covered toilet

"You okay?" He asks noticing how pale I am

"Fine, ankle is just giving me hell" I shake my head

"Babe you gotta sit" he stands up and makes me sit

"Dean your arm" I sigh

"I'm fine darling" he grits his teeth as he leaves the bathroom

He comes back with a chair and sits close to me

I use my kit and disinfect his arm.
I work on stitching my boyfriend up which I've gotten used to doing. Poor Dean has more scars than anyone I know.

He sits and drinks downing the bottle as I pull the needle through his wound. If I hadn't done this so many times I'd probably puke.

"Done" I sigh dropping the needle in the kit

"Finally" he stumbles up and sets the bottle on the counter

I close my eyes hearing him cough and groan in pain

"I'm fine" he tries to reassure me

"Let's just get some sleep" I get up and limp to the sink

I get washed up and wrap my ankle good to Go to sleep with.

"Agreed" he helps me to bed

"I'm sorry about your ankle" he says quietly as we lay down

sweeter with a bit of alcohol in him haha

"It's okay Dean. I'm just glad you're alright" I smile

"Okay babe" he nods and carefully gets into bed with me putting an arm around my side softly trying not to move me

"Good night Dean Winchester" I smile softly

"Good night darlin, thanks again."