TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

~45k Oneshot Special~

(A/N: Here it is! The 45k Oneshot Special! I got the idea for this one almost as soon as Dean won the poll so it was easy for me to get out. I hope you like it! Now, on with the oneshot!)

The door to the emergency room flew open as I came crashing through. I made my way to the nurse's station and was met with a line of people. Impatiently tapping my foot, I waited as one by one each person was directed by the head nurse. Finally, it was my turn.

"How can I help you, sweetheart?" The older woman behind the counter asked me.

"I'm looking for Dean Portman." I said quickly.

"Let me check." The woman said as she pulled out a big stack of folders. "Portman...Portman...oh yes, Portman. The motorcycle accident."

"Yes, that's him!" I said, bouncing from foot to foot.

"He's in room 201. But you better hurry. Visiting hours end in half an hour." The woman said.

"Thank you!" I called over my shoulder as I all but ran down the hallway.

I scanned the room numbers as I made my way down the hall. My heart was racing in my chest as the numbers got bigger. '199...200...201!' I thought to myself. Pushing open the door, I exhaled as I saw my boy. He was laid up in a bed with a bandage around his forehead to replace his usual bandana and his arm in a splint. He looked up at me as I entered the room with a loopy smile.

"Hey, babe!" Dean called out.

"'Hey, babe'? 'Hey, babe'?! I get a call from Fulton with a crappy signal where all I can hear are the words 'Dean', 'motorcycle', and 'hospital' and all you have to say is 'hey, babe'?!" I said, angrily. I all but throw my jacket down onto the chair next to his hospital bed before putting my hands on my hips.

"Um," Dean looked at me like a deer caught in headlights, "I love you?"

It takes everything I have in me not to smack him on the shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. I love you too."

Dean smiles dopily at me and I can't help but laugh. They must have really given him good meds if he was openly giving me that look.

"Okay. What did the doctor say?" I asked with a small sigh. I took a seat in the chair next to the bed and grabbed his good hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Mild concussion from when I hit my head when I fell off the bike. Dunno about the arm though. Still waiting on the x-rays." Dean said, squeezing my hand back.

At his words, the gravity of the situation really hit me. Dean was sitting in a hospital bed with a mild concussion and a possible broken arm. My Dean. I felt tears prick at my eyes as I looked at my boyfriend. He gave me a confused look along with his loopy smile.

"What's the matter, Y/N?" He asked.

"This could have been a lot worse than just a few bumps and bruises, Dean. You could have..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish my sentence.

"Baaabe..." Dean cooed at me but I wasn't falling for it.

"No! I'm serious, Dean! You could have...if I lost you, I..." A sob cut me off this time. Quickly wiping my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt, I looked at my boyfriend who was looking back at me sorrowfully.

"Hey," Dean said, turning as best he could to face me. "You're not gonna lose me. I'm too stubborn to let anything serious happen."

"You don't call this serious?!" I screamed, surprising even myself.

Dean closed his eyes before letting out a small sigh. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"Just...just promise me that you'll be more careful?" I asked, my voice small.

"I promise." He said, squeezing my hand again. "I love you."

I squeezed back just as hard. "I love you too."

Tonight had been a close call. But I knew Dean would stay true to his word. I'd make sure of it.

(A/N: Some angst for you! I feel like Dean would get a motorcycle as soon as he could get his hands on one and that idea sprouted this oneshot! I hope you liked it! Requests are open now until November 1st so send yours in! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)