WARNING: There is blood and stitches in this, if that makes you uncomfortable I suggest you don't read this. Enjoy!
Under normal circumstances, you would have been thrilled to drive the Impala, but seeing as Dean was bleeding out from a shoulder laceration in the passenger seat and Sam was trying to fight the stupor caused by his concussion in the back seat, thrilled was not the word you would use.
Dean huffed and panted as he tried not to show how much pain he was in, but you knew the truth. You slammed your foot on the gas pedal, speeding back to the motel where your trusty suture kit rested on your shared bed. God damn demons. You pulled in to the motel car park, and flung yourself from baby to pull Dean out of the car. It was a struggle getting the two giant men up to the motel room all by yourself, but you managed.
As soon as the door to your little room opened, Sam flopped onto the nearest bed, "Sam please try and stay awake for me honey," you told him as you helped Dean sit down on your bed. "Okay Dean-o, let's get these layers off," you said gently as you slowly peeled off his clothes, trying not to aggravate the wound and cause Dean further pain. "(Y/N) you don't have to be gentle sweetheart, I've had worse," Dean huffed out through gritted teeth. You smiled and ignored him, deciding to go ahead and be gentle anyway. You peeled Dean's t-shirt from his body, revealing the ripped skin right near his clavicle. It was angry and red and was slowly oozing blood. It was as long as the palm of your hand. "What did the demon use to do this?" You asked, Dean clenched his jaw and said, "A rusty nail."
Son of a bitch, that's gotta hurt.
You pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened your first aid kit, grabbing your gauze and rubbing alcohol. "This is going to sting Dean." You said as you gently pressed the sterile gauze covered in alcohol to his wound. Dean hissed and squeezed his eyes closed in discomfort, you ran a gentle hand through his hair, murmuring words of encouragement. Next came the stitches. The edges of the wound were ragged, so you took extra care in where you stitched, it took a little while too, but in the end, the laceration was sewn neatly and it wouldn't leave an ugly scar, maybe a little one, but nothing compared to what it would look like if they'd sewn it up with dental floss.
I gently applied a thin layer of antibiotic ointment and covered the wound with a nonstick bandage. "Okay so we're all done, but I'm not letting you do anything until you take a strong painkiller and an antibiotic, who knows what the hell was on that nail." You fished out a Dihydrocodeine and a Keflex and watched Dean as he took them, making sure he actually swallowed them, wouldn't be the first time he was too stubborn to take medication.
You began to pull off his boots when he said, "(Y/N) seriously I'm fine I can take off my own boots."
"I know you can Dean, but I just do it so much better," you winked and continued to look after him, you don't really get the chance to take care of the boys and you seized the opportunity whilst you had it. Grabbing a clean shirt from Dean's duffle you eased it over his head and gently pulled his arm through the arm hole, you could see him wince at the tugging out of the corner of your eye. Going a bit overboard you fluffed up his pillows and smoothed his hair back from his forehead, he closed his eyes with relief as the pain started to fade. "Thanks (Y/N)," he smiled as he looked up at you with heavy lidded eyes. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, butterflies erupted in your belly as he closed his eyes and smiled wider at the contact.
You smiled contentedly as you moved onto Sam, who against your pleas, had fallen asleep. It was going to be a long night.
