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

Part 17

Dean was basically out for the count for the first day and a half after his surgery and blood transfusion. He woke up a couple of times, but you didn't think he would remember any of it.

It came to the point that Sam had to force you to go home and take a shower, get a change of clothes, sleep and eat before he allowed you to see Dean again. Which was only possible since you had helped bring down Dick Roman's empire of crime and kidnapping. The FBI had found more than enough evidence at his house and the warehouse to put everyone involved away for a very long time, including Ketch.

The last time you traded shifts with Sam was a few hours ago and he said that Dean was lucid and was asking for you. He'd been moved out of the ICU a while ago now and doctors were optimistic that he could go home soon if he was feeling up to it. So needless to say, you were pretty excited when you bounced into the recovery room, but he was resting again and Sam held a finger up to his lips when he saw you. You tiptoed over to Sam who gave you a tight hug before giving you his warm chair and heading out to get some food and rest himself.

You were both eager and nervous for Dean to wake up, you didn't know what to expect. Most of all, you wanted to see those green eyes full of light again. You wanted to kiss him, badly; you'd opened the floodgates and that's all you could think of now. You grabbed Dean's hand and slid your fingers between his, like you usually did when you sat with him. You really just wanted to be close to him, make sure that he was still there with you and this way he could feel you here with him even when he was asleep.

"Hey," Dean breathed when he woke up a half hour later, his eyes opening just enough for you to see the green hue of them shining in the light. You realized you were still holding his hand and it was hot so your palm was slick with sweat. You moved to pull away, but he stopped you, "Don't let go." His voice was gravelly as he squeezed your fingers and you slid your hand back in his. "You know, sweetheart, there was so much I never got to tell you when I thought... you know... and now I finally get to say everything I wanted to, to you. But all I got is that I kinda like you, a lot... like a lot, a lot."

"I guess, you're not so bad either." You teased, playing with his large fingers and feeling his callouses against your softer skin.

"Uh-huh, that's why you've been crying so much?"

"Have not," you wiped your cheeks with your free hand, clearing away the couple of joyous tears that had escaped.

You were painfully aware of how red rimmed your eyes were, even nearly a full day later. It had been a rough twelve hours with Dean in the ICU and you weren't about to apologize for caring, though you doubted that was what he was getting at. Probably just gloating about the fact that he got the girl. You were just happy that the swelling in your eyelids had gone down, you didn't want Dean seeing you that upset. Although, Sam probably told him already which would make sense as to why he was teasing you about it now.

"Right... Never thought you'd get this attached, did you?" He smirked, pulling your hand up to his lips to softly kiss the back of it. "It might surprise you, but the average day at my job used to be kinda boring actually. Nothing really ever happened other than following around stuck up actresses all day. The odd crazed fan maybe... Then you came into my life and you are a magnet for trouble, sweetheart, but I'd kinda like to keep you. If that's alright with you."

"Are you sure you can handle that level of excitement in your everyday life?" You teased and winked as seductively as you could.

"Mhm," Dean hummed, shuffling over to make room for you on the hospital bed. He patted the open spot beside him.

"It's my turn to keep you safe this time though."

"Is that so?" He grinned, gently tugging you towards the bed by your hand.