"You're very pretty... Pretty enough to be my next skin" the shape shifter whispered in your ear. The knife. The silver knife is right there. You stretched your arm. A dense pain struck your arm. The shifter scratched you multiple times. The cuts hurt like a son of a bitch, but they weren't deep enough to kill you.
"You mother$@!&er" you saw Dean swing his silver machete in front of you, decapitating the monster above you. A splash of blood hit your face; as if their wasn't already enough. He crouched down picking you up bridal style.
Shit shit shit. You knew he was helping you, but it hurt so bad. Sam got in the front seat of the impala and drove, while Dean was holding you in the back seat. You passed out in Deans arms.
You woke up wrapped in bandages. You sat up and immediately you knew that was a mistake. The deepest cut was going across your waist. "Lay back down Y/n. It will hurt if you get up." Dean said calmly while hovering over you.
"Where are we?" You questioned Dean. Out of the corner you could see Sam pacing back in fourth; he was worried about you. Of course he would be worried about you. Sam was practically your BFF while Dean was your boyfriend.
"We're back at the motel. You'll be fine, the cuts aren't too deep." He said reassuring you. He leaned down and pecked your lips.
Sam ran over and gently hugged you. He's a gentle gigantor. You, Dean, and Sam were all hunters. Sam said that they had this case down, but you helped anyway. "I think you should take a couple hunts off Y/n" Sam commanded. You nodded and hugged him again.
You always knew you could count on them. Always. You stood up and Dean helped you over to the couch. You sat down on his lap and huddled into him. Sam sat down next to you and Dean and rubbed your back in circles. You fell asleep instantly forgetting about the pain.
