Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep || Dean's Daughter Fanfiction

Chapter 10

Harley ~

I had just been shot. I remember it all going black for a few seconds before I woke myself up and shot my assailant with deadly accuracy. It was a chupacabra that hadn't been caught. I guess you really have to be thorough with this job. Even though I had only been shot in the arm it hurt like a bitch. I was bleeding through my favorite leather jacket in the back seat of the impala while the boys drove me back to the motel as fast they could. I tried to get out of the car when we arrived and walk to our room but I couldn't even gather the strength to open the car door. Luckily Dean came back to help me. He swept me up in his arms and carried me to our room. He had a worried look on his face. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny, getting shot tickled?" He asked angrily at me. It was so weird to actually see him worry about me. It was nice to know that he cared.

"No, just you acting like this, it's funny," I said and then I groaned from the pain in my left arm. Getting shot didn't sit with me well. I knew I was going to get hurt in this line of work but I didn't think it would be my first job. I was progressing faster, I guess.

Dean set me on his bed and once again I groaned from the pain of my gun shot wound. I sat up blinking because I was starting to have trouble seeing. Dean took off my jacket to inspect the wound. I would have to dye my white shirt red to be able to keep it after this. My sleeve and half way down my torso was covered in blood and I suddenly felt faint but I held strong. I knew I had to and also I didn't really want to pass out yet.

"You'll be fine, we just need to get the bullet out and stitch it up, Okay?" Dean said reassuringly. And I actually felt reassured even though I knew this was going to hurt worse than anything I had ever done. I finally nodded my head because I was loosing the energy to talk. Sam came back with a needle, tweezers, and alcohol for the wound. Dean gave me a belt to bite down on because this would be my first patch up. When Sam started to retrieve the bullet I screamed through my teeth, I was suddenly very glad to have that belt in my mouth or otherwise I might have bit my tongue off. I was starting to see black spots cloud my vision when Sam emerged with the bullet. I took a deep sigh.

"We're not done yet, we still have to clean it and stitch it up," Sam said taking up the needle. After he was done stitching he poured alcohol on it and I had never known worse pain in my life, getting shot felt better than this.When Sam was done putting my arm back together I laid down on the bed and passed out as soon as I closed my eyes. I was exhausted from the pain and guilt of today.

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Dean ~

I left to go get Harley some water but when I came back she was already passed out. I was so worried, that was a really close call. She got lucky it was only the arm. She was brave through it all though. She hardly even needed rescuing. It was only her first real job and she got hurt, I didn't know what I would do.

"Already passed out?" Sam asked coming from the bathroom.

"Yeah, she's been a trooper," I said pointing to my daughters limp body on the bed. She was still clutching the handkerchief to her arm.

"Yeah, I didn't expect her to be so good on her first time but wow, she's a great shot." Sam said with approval.

"Yep, that's my girl," I said getting a beer and taking a seat next to Harley. That night I slept on the couch in our room so Harley could get some rest.

She woke up at midnight and said, "Dean, I'm hungry," then she passed out again, probably from exhaustion. She woke up again at eight o'clock and said, "Dean are we going back to Bobby's today?"

"Yeah, we're leaving at ten," I said. She tried to roll over out of bed and ended up accidentally rolling on her shoulder. She groaned in pain.

"Damn it! I forgot that happened," she said and I laughed.

"What's so funny, you like the sound of peoples pain?" She asked defensive.

"No, I just never found a person who forgot they got shot," I said because it was true. No one I had ever met forgot they had gotten shot, they would milk the wound till it got better, but I could already tell this wasn't going to be the case for Harley.

"Yeah, that's very funny," she said sarcastically and rolled out of bed with another groan. She got up and grabbed a towel from the bath room and washed her face. "Dean, does blood stain badly?" She asked and I laughed again.

"All you need is a little bleach," I said answering her question.

"Thanks, maybe I won't have to throw out this shirt," She said grabbing her other jacket that wasn't covered in blood and she left the room. She came back a minute later and said, "Where's the coffee, I left and I don't even know where it is," she said with a chuckle.

"Sam's bringing breakfast and coffee you don't have to go any where," I said packing my stuff. "Pack, we're leaving soon," I told her and she got to packing because she didn't have anything else to do. Sam came back with food and coffee later and we sat down and had breakfast.

"How's the arm doing?" Sam asked taking a bite of his organic wheat waffle, seriously where does he find that crap.

"Peachy," Harley said sarcastically. Sam chuckled and Harley went back to attacking her stack of pancakes.

When we arrived at Bobby's he asked what happened and I said we went on a hunt together. Bobby just shook his head and let us in.