The Axeman (Dean x Reader)

part two part four

next part is the last. hopefully ill post it before S11 ends. ha

did yall know were getting two more seasons? so far. They got another contract to make more seasons so like

bruh.

so this chapter isnt very exciting, but i think that they all deserve a bit of rest, right? so yeah.

anyways, heres your update :3

WARNING. NOT EDITED

WORD COUNT: 1430

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__ awoke with extreme pain in her leg. She winced and grit her teeth to prevent herself from crying. She heard a button click, and felt a stream of warmth rush through her. __ sighed in relief and opened her eyes, squinting at bright hospital lights. She let her eyes adjust before looking around.

To her left sat Dean, whom was staring at her with concern etched onto his face. His hair was a mess, his lip split, probably from biting it, and his leg was bouncing up and down so quickly she realized it was his fault her bed was shaking. Even though he was a mess, damn did he look good. __ opened her mouth to speak, but found herself incapable of producing anything other than a squeak.

Dean chuckled, answering the question she was about to ask. "Sammy went to go grab all your stuff from your hotel room and grab you some clothes to wear. He'll be back in a bit."

__ nodded and closed her eyes for a second, trying to will her voice to work. She opened her mouth again, then glared as no sound came out again. Dean chuckled once again, and grabbed her hand. "Ill ask you things, use thumbs up for yes, thumbs down for no. Or just nod. Noddin works too."

__ nodded and smiled. "So how ya feeling?"

she rolled her eyes. How could she answer this with yes or no? 'how ya feelin?' 'yes'

idiot.

She grabbed his phone and typed out her answer into his notes, then handed it back to Dean. "Ive got a killer headache but i mean, whatever. Im pretty alright. Whatever button you pushed when i was groaning helped a lot. Morphine?"

"Yep." He said, popping the 'p'.

After that they just sat in a comfortable silence. "Oh, the doctor said you can leave later today. Youve been asleep for 3."

"what!?" __ voice was a horse whisper, but at least it worked.

"Easy there tiger. You needed rest and they needed to monitor your foot. Youre gettin a boot thing on it." __ nodded and sighed.

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Sam returned and __ kicked him a dean out of her "room", there were only curtains, to change. With a lot of hopping, swearing, and pain, __ finally managed to get all of her clothes on, which she would have to give Sam a pat on the back later; the boy had damn good taste.

__ tried to call the boys back in, but her voice still wouldnt cooperate with her. She growled, hurting her throat, and opened the curtain for the boys to enter again. Her nurse walked in, smiling sweetly.
"Here, for your throat." She handed __ a plastic cup of ice water and __ looked at her gratefully. She downed the glass, drinking had its perks sometimes, and sighed in content as the chill soothed the burning in her throat.