Multi fandom One shots

❤️ Cuts and bruises- John Winchester

I was sat in the sitting room. Everything was normal. I was just reading and I started to feel sudden strong pains in my body.
"Argh!" I screamed.
I looked at my left arm and saw a cut start to grow down it.
"Guys," I got to my feet to run up to the library.

When my first foot hit the stairs, I felt my foot break making me fall up the stairs.
I then felt a cut start to grow on my cheek.
"Argh!" I screamed out in pain.
Dean and Sam ran over to me and helped me up. Sam had helped me up by my cut arm and saw the blood on his hands.
"What the fuck?" Sam looked concerned.
"My whole body hurts," I cried.

"Okay. Sam. Lift her up by the back and legs in, three, two, one!" Dean commanded.
The two boys lifted me up and carried me to the table. They laid me down and looked at the parts of my body that were bleeding and broken.
"I'm going to find a book to help. Check for all wounds. Even under her top," Dean told Sam.

I slowly pulled off my shirt and shorts so I was only in my underwear and bra and I had cuts on my stomach.
There was just pain everywhere.
"Sammy it hurts," I cried.
"I know. I know Y/N," Sam held my hand gently.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" John came downstairs and probably just spotted that I was nearly naked.
"Y/N's getting mysterious cuts, bruises and  broken bones," Sam explained.
"Its probably the fucking witch," John grabbed his bag and started to walk to the door.
"No! John! Please don't go! I need you all!" I begged and it came out in a cry of pain and tears.

John stopped and I saw him take a deep breath in and out. He dropped his bag and made his way over to me and Sam.
"Get the salt and holy water," John commanded.
Sam grabbed it from the safe and gave it to John before grabbing hold of my hand once again.

John started to put salt round my body and then splash holy water on me.
"John! I'm not possessed!" I cried.
"Its to stop any more bad energy getting in," Dean walked in with a book.
They figured out a spell and I stopped getting cuts. My foot was healed and bruises were gone. But the cuts resided.

"Well. Thats the worst part sweetheart," John sighed, "These all need stitches."
"What!?" I raised my eyebrows.
"You guys may have to hold her down. This is really gonna hurt in some places," John told his sons as he got the first  aid kit.
"What?" I tried to get up but Dean and Sam stopped me.
"Sorry sweetheart," Dean frowned, "You will get multiple infections if we don't treat them."

It went on for what felt like hours. About fifteen cuts needing stitching. Some long, some small, some wide, some thin. Either way, it was painful. I was squeezing Sams and Deans hands like I was giving birth.
"Thats the last of them sweetheart," John told me.

I was covered in blood. I just hated the sight of myself right now.
"I need a shower," I mumbled in a sad tone  as I got off the table and walked up the stairs.
I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom and i didn't like it. I didnt feel like me.

I saw my bedroom door open in the mirror and it was John.
"What," I hugged myself.
"I was just coming up to tell you not to shower," John closed the door behind me.
I sat on my bed and sighed.
John went into my bathroom, got a cloth and a bowl of water.
"Lie down," He told me.
I did as he said and he started to clean my body of blood. I just watched him as he did.

Once he was done, John got a towel and dried me.
I got back up and stared at myself in the mirror again.
"What is it?" John asked, stood behind me.
"I gonna have so many fucking scars," I sighed.
"So?" John took my arms with the giant sewn cut, "Every person gets there hunter scars. I do."

John kissed down my arm.
I laughed from the tickles and form of affection.
I span round so I could properly look at him, "You always act like you like me. Why dont you just say it?"
"Because I didnt know what you would feel towards me," John shrugged.
"If I didnt like you I wouod have snapped my arm back," I held onto his neck and kissed him.
John kissed back and then pulled away.

"Get on the bed," John told me.
"John we are not having sex right now," I laughed and shook my head.
"No. Its something else," John laughed.
"Okay," I went and laid on the bed out of curiosity.
John climbed on top of me and started to kiss all the wounds on my body.
Why was he so god damn sweet.