Ivanov

•*Chapter 13*•

IRIS

"When the fuck can I get out of here?"

It's been three days since Dean has been in the hospital, and he's been complaining nonstop which is really fucking annoying but I love him too much to tell him to shut the fuck up.

Or at least I thought I did.

"I wanna go home!" He whined, his accent thickening.

"I know baby, but shut up." I said with a smile. He looked at me with a fake offended look.

"Excuse me?" He continued. I smiled wider before kissing his forehead.

"You heard me. You're annoying the shit out of me." I said with my lips still pressed against his forehead. He groaned in frustration.

"I don't care! I wanna leave!" He continues to bitch. I roll my eyes with a smirk, before looking directly in his eyes. My smirk softens into a small smile as I admire the guy that drives me completely crazy. Since the accident, it's like I have to constantly reassure myself that he's real. So I take the time out to just admire him. His eyes, his hair, his lips, his arms.

Thank God he's still here.

He reads me easily, instantly knowing what I was thinking and sighs deeply. He grabs my arm and pulls me on the bed beside him.

"I'm here princess. I'm okay." He whispered. My head was on his shoulder and his head was turned slightly looking at me. His bruised hand was caressing my face gently.

"I know but you almost weren't, Dean." I said in the same tone. He sighed deeply, closing his eyes and bumped his nose against mine lovingly, eliciting a small giggle from me.

I find this absolutely fucking crazy sometimes. Look at me. Iris Garcia. Giggling over some fucking guy.

"You have no idea how much I love you." He whispers, his nose against mine and his eyes still closed.

Okay. Maybe it's okay to giggle when it comes to Dee Dee.

"I think I have an idea Ivanov." I say playfully. I watch him open his eyes and match my smirk.

"Oh yeah? Do you have an idea of how much I wanna put my face between your le-"

"Okay Mr. Ivanov. It seems as if your stay with us has come to an end." The doctor says, walking in with what seems to be discharge papers.

My eyes widen significantly. I feel my face heat up and I clear my throat, silently thanking the doctor for coming when he did. Dean has a smug look on his face, acting like he didn't just suggest that he wanted to eat me out.

Thinking about it makes me become a shade darker. Dean chuckles softly beside me, noticing my flushed cheeks. I turn to him with an angry look, but we both know that I want his face between my le-

Iris!

Yeah. Sorry not the time.

The doctor looks between us strangely and mouths a drawn out okay, before handing Dean the discharge papers.

"Fuck yes, I can finally get away from this shit show." He mumbled as he signs the papers.

"Yeah well next time be careful. Then you won't have to come back here." The doctor says playfully. My shoulders sag remembering how he ended up in here. How slow his heartbeat was when I found him covered in glass and blood. My eyes start burning as I try to conceal my tears.

"I would go very far away right now if I were you." Dean says to the doctor lowly, at the same time he pulls me impossibly close to him. I feel a kiss on my temple.