The Rise of Dawn - Dean Winchester

Chapter 9. Who's Your Dad?

"Dean!" Sam shouted for his brother when he noticed Niamh's hands and shirt stained with blood.

Sam lifted her up in his arms and walked down the stairs into the war room. Dean hurried out of the library with a beer bottle in his hands which he placed on the table the moment he saw Niamh with her eyes closed.

"Niamh!" Dean rushed to his brother to get a better look at Niamh's injury. "Take her to her room, I'll bring the first aid."

Niamh was still awake, but she felt the need to rest her eyes for a few moments because the burden of them staying open was too much. She felt the hands that were supporting her moved away and were replaced by a soft sheet. When she pried her eyes open, she saw Dean rushing into the room with a medical kit in his hands with his face reflecting worry and anger. He pushed his brother away from the bed and sat beside Niamh.

"Jesus Christ," Dean whispered. "This has hospital written all over it." Dean referred to the blood pouring from Niamh's gut, soaking her body and pooling in the folds of the shirt covering the wound.

Dean tried to press on the wound, his hands getting slick with irony liquid. His eyes were frozen on the sight, cutting the clothes away to get to the wound. Niamh was in such an immense pain, she had no energy to complain about it. She laid there still and unresponsive, just focusing on remaining conscious and her breathing. When she felt a stinging pain of alcohol hitting her skin she groaned in pain.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, it will be over soon," Dean whispered and caressed Niamh's cheek with his free hand, leaving a few traces of blood on it on the way.

Dean poked and took out a thin needle with thread into her skin several times, every now and then wiping away the fresh blood that was coming out of the wound. Niamh focused on the cracks in the ceiling as her hand clutched the blanket, trying to ignore the pain. Dean was hurting for her and no matter how hard he tried to not show it, his brother could see right through him.

"Do you want me to take over?" Sam asked and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I've got it," Dean replied shortly and wiped over his eyes with his forearm.

Few pokes later, Dean stated he was done. As a final step, Dean injected Niamh with a syringe filled with morphine to ease her pain and put her to sleep.

"Try and get some sleep," Dean whispered and covered Niamh with a blanket.

"They weren't vampires." Niamh managed to say after staying silent the whole time. The info she passed on, made Dean stop in place.

"What do you mean?"

"They were demons." She groaned as she tried to sit up. "They were setting a trap for Michael."

Sam and Dean exchanged looks of confusion and couldn't say anything.

"They said he's missing vampires for an army he's creating. They were pretending to be vampires to lure Michael there and kill him."

"Stupid demons, always messing with stuff they know shit about," Sam grumbled frustratingly and crossed his arms.

"They hurt you?"

"Yeah, but they had it worse." Niamh chuckled and immediately flinched in pain.

"I see that a hole in your gut never altered your sense of humor," Dean said and smiled at the girl.

"Never." Niamh smiled back and closed her eyes, slowly drifting into sleep.

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"Wake up loser, we're going to translate Latin manuscripts and possibly commit some murder later!" Dean's voice boomed through Niamh's room, making her reluctantly wake up.