Woman standing, her legs giving out. Man catching her. He cradles her head gently. He lifts her up, carrying her bridal style inside the bunker. Once inside, he walks in the halls until reaching his door. He pushes it open, laying her on his bed. She groans.
"Shh, sweetheart, it's gonna be okay"
He pulls you into his lap. Then Dean proceeds to pull your shirt off of your body. He immediately sees a nasty gash adorning your abdomen. He grabs the first aid kit from the side table, preparing needle and thread. He takes out the alcohol swab, dabbing it gently around the gash. Then Dean starts stitching the gash up. You groan again.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart, it's over soon"
You grimace in pain but manage to nod.
Soon Dean is done, he wraps bandages around your abdomen.
Dean helps you in a sitting position in front of him. He's sitting legs crossed. Worry is etched into his face.
"Dean, I'm fine"
"You sure, it was a pretty nasty one for a gash" He gestures towards your abdomen area.
"Yes, I'm sure I'm fine" You say, grabbing his hand. Dean squeezes it as a way to assure himself that you'll be okay. You squeeze his hand back. You remain in your shared bed for the rest of the day.
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Dean Winchester x reader
FanfictionDean x reader stories, stories not related to each other unless stated so. May contain the blood and stuff that you could have seen on the show, but read at your own risk. Posting irregularly.
