Return of a Hunter

Favor Ended

"Food time!" Dean shouts, startling me from my sleep. Sam punches him in the shoulder before jerking his head in my direction. "What? She told me to wake her up when food got here."

            I sit up and rub my eye, "Ya know, a little 'Hey Bri. Wake up. It's time to eat'," I say in a very robotic voice, "would have been sufficient." I toss the covers off and immediately regret it. I shiver and pull them back on.

            "Here," Sam brings me a Chinese takeout box and a fork. He opens the box and sets in neatly on my lap.

            "Thanks Sam," my stomach growls. I smile sheepishly and dig into my food. I groan at how good it tastes. I down the food and the soda I was given. The whiskey from earlier worked a bit, easing the pain. Dean turns on the TV and channel surfs, but nothing good is on.

            Before you go to bed," Sam says after dinner, "we'll need to change that bandage of yours." I make a face and pout slightly. It's gonna hurt so bad.

            "Fine," I mutter while Sam gets up to get the bandages. He's back in a split second, arms chock full of supplies. "This is gonna suck."

            "You've had worse," Dean states taking a drink of his beer. He's leaning back in his chair with his right leg resting on his left knee. He's engrossed in some sitcom.

            "Doesn't mean I'm going to enjoy this," I retort while Sam helps me out of my shirt. He's delicate but quick. I'm still in yesterday's bloody sports bra. "I think I'm gonna change this first." I get up and grab a clean on before heading to the bathroom. I hadn't totally thought this through. Even though I don't want Dean or Sam seeing me half naked, it may be necessary since my shoulder has a very small range of motion. I work to get my good arm shuffled out and it's already sending white hot pain through my back and down my bad arm.

            "Brianna?" Sam knocks at the door. "Are you okay?"

            "Yeah," I grit through my teeth. I'm going to get this off.

            "Are you sure?" He asks. I'm panting and sweat is beading on my forehead from the effort. I don't answer because I'm not sure, but I keep trying. Finally, I get it off. I sigh with relief and lean against the counter, breathing deeply to calm myself. I'm standing there a few minutes when Dean throws open the door. I instinctively cover myself and turn around.

            "What the hell?!" I gasp. He quickly shut the door behind him.

            "Stop being so stubborn and let me help," I can almost hear Dean rolling his eyes at me.

            "Dean-" I'm so embarrassed.

            "Just move your arms and I'll put in on this way." He closes the distance between us and I can feel the heat from his chest and his breath on my bare skin. He gingerly moves my injured arm forward ever so slightly to get the strap over before raising my other arm above my head. My face is burning hot. I'm glad he can't see it. Before I know it, he slips the second strap on with ease and minor pain. "See not so bad." I turn around and his eyes are twinkling.

            "Shut up," I snap and half-heartedly shove my way through him and out the door. Sam raises his eyebrows but I silence any words he had with an icy glare. Dean simply swaggers out and goes back to his chair. I could punch him right now.

            Sam hides a smile and I turn my bright red face away. Once Sam is done, I crawl into bed and sleep the embarrassment away.

            "Bri," Sam taps my arm repeatedly until I force my eyes open for more than a second or two. "I'm going for a run. Would you be okay to get breakfast today?"