Don't Say A Word (AU!Dean Winchester x Reader)

Part 16

"You're hurt!" You cried, Dean gripping your henley at your waist so you couldn't disappear on him. "Dean, let me go, I need to get Samm-"

You tasted the tears streaming down your cheeks when he molded his lips to yours. He didn't give the kiss any more energy or heat than that, content with the feel of his lips on yours. Like he was saying goodbye. You sniffled against him. This couldn't be the end, not after everything. How was this fair?

"I just wanted to kiss you, one last time..."

"No, you asshole, you don't get to leave me like this. I-I need to get help..." You pressed your palm into the wound on his side when his hand faltered and he stumbled to the side.

His head bobbed and he smiled sadly at you, brushing a thumb over your cheek. Unintentionally smearing warm blood on your skin before his knees buckled and he slid down the wall with you. You tried to soften his fall and keep pressure on his wound at the same time, awkwardly kneeling over him with a knee on either side of his bowed legs.

Tears gushed from your eyes at the sight of his blood steadily seeping through your fingers and you pleaded with him to stay awake. You pecked his pliant lips, desperately trying to keep him present with you. But the lids on those bright green eyes fell shut, despite your best efforts.

You pushed harder into his side when he passed out, unable to see straight anymore through your watery eyes and you screamed out for help, "SAM. SAM!" Your voice broke and you heard the thump of boots headed your way, but you kept your attention on Dean. "Please, Dean, don't leave me. I need you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You didn't know why you were apologizing, although it wasn't like you weren't at fault either. He was hurt, probably dying, because of you. You kissed his lips again and sobbed silently. "No," you whimpered at the cool feel of his lips on yours, "No, no, no."

"Dean, Dean!" Sam shouted, sliding to the ground next to you and hollering back at some other agents. "Man down! We need a medic!"

Everything after the medics arrived and took over blurred together; words, sounds, lights. You weren't sure you were even breathing until Sam grabbed you by your shoulders and shook. You could feel Dean's blood starting to dry on your hands and the damp spots on your sleeves and chest turn cool. You looked up at Sam for what to do next, silent tears running down your cheeks that you couldn't wipe away; not without smearing more of his blood on your face.

"Is any of this yours?" Sam asked hastily, but you were in shock and didn't say anything.

He touched your stomach just to be sure and you stared vacantly at him. Finding the strength to shake your head slightly, your chin quivering when you glanced down at yourself. Dean's blood covering the entire midsection of the henley he'd given you. Sam grabbed your chin and tilted your head back up.

"Keep it together. Dean needs us." Sam ordered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and directing you out of the house and towards his SUV.

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You sat in the hospital waiting room for hours, tapping your fingers against the arm of the chair and bouncing your knee nervously. Nobody told you anything since you weren't family and Sam had disappeared as soon as you got there to check on Dean. You watched the seconds pass by on the analog clock on the wall, glancing at the door every time someone walked through it; hoping for an update you knew wouldn't come. You were about to get up and harass the nurse, like you had been every half hour since you got there, when Sam finally walked through those doors.

You jumped up to meet him, noticing how pale he was and the bruising that started to form on the left side of his face. Probably caused by whatever transpired with Ketch. Ketch was the type to fight back and you were sure Sam would've broken his cover after you were taken.