Drowning in Nightmares- A Supernatural Fanfiction

She Damn Near Decapitated Me

Dean came back after about twenty minutes with rubbing alcohol, butterfly stitches, pain medication, medical wrap, and pie.

"This is gonna hurt like a bitch." He warns me, and I grip the thin bedspread I'm sitting on. He pours some of the substance on a tissue and carefully places it on my cut. I tightly shut my eyes and strengthen my grip.

He wasn't lying.

He puts butterfly stitches, practically little pieces of tape for your skin, all across it then wraps the medical wrap all over my torso. He finishes and I fix my shirt.

"Your ribs stick out more than they are supposed to, we need to get you something to eat."

He turns to Sam,

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

then to me.

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

"Pizza it is!" He grabs his phone and orders two pizzas, a Double Meat Supreme, and, upon request, another Double Meat Supreme that's half plain cheese.

He hangs up the phone and sits on the pull out couch next to Sam.

"I think we should head back to the bunker for a while, try to find out where Cas is."

"Who's Cas?"

"Castiel. The angel that dragged Dean out of hell."

I nod, not as surprised as I probably should be.

"I'm sure he's fine." Dean mutters, "He just hasn't checked in in a while."

"Have you heard from your mom?" He looks up at me.

"She doesn't know I have a phone."

He nods his head, and asks for a moment alone with Sam.

Of course, I obey, and take the chance to change into the pajamas in my bag.

I can easily hear them through the bathroom door.

"Look, Sam, she really needs a place to stay for a few months."

"That's fine, she can stay at the bunker, but how the hell did you find this girl?"

"She was hunting a damn shifter on her own. Thought I was following her and damn near decapitated me."

Sam giggles.

After a few minutes the pizza comes, and we all find make-do seats around the minuscule table. I remember the last time I ate at a table, the night before Dad and Dean left for their final hunt. The final hunt, the final night, the final everything.

Sam told me all about their last hunt, a vengeful spirit tied to a creepy doll,

Dean told me all about Castiel, and I had a great time.

After dinner, Dean pulled out the pie he bought earlier.

"Pie time!" He gave Sam and I his cheeky smile, but we were both stuffed.

"Fine," he muttered grabbing a fork, "I don't need you guys."

and with that, he started eating the pie straight out of the container.

Sam put some blankets and a pillow on the pull out couch, and I cleaned up the leftover pizza.

We were all exhausted, so after saying thank you for everything, I and everyone else went to sleep.

Although questions still tore at my mind, I slept better that night than I had in a very long time.