Loved by a Winchester

Wake Up Call

When I wake up I can still smell the scent of Dean's black shirt because  I am still in his arms. But when I finally open my eyes I am no longer in the bathroom but instead I am in the living room on the couch.

I am leaning against Dean who has a hand on my head and an arm rapped around me. Sam is on the edge of the recliner with his head down. When I try to move I instantly hear, " Hey hey hey, take it easy. How you feel?" Sam looks up as Dean asks the question.

"I feel fine I guess. What the hell happened? And why is my head throbbing?" I ask with a raw throat, instiently putting my hand to my throat that stung from speaking.

Dean explains while Sam gets a glass of water. I got sick, which I remember, and after that when Dean pulled me into his arms and my breathing dropped a little lower than normal and I went limp. Dean moved me to the couch and called Sam. Dean refused to leave my side just in case my breathing stopped. I was out for a few hours.

Knowing that Dean wouldn't leave my side made me feel scure even more and now the feelings I had when he was around were starting to subside and good ones were replacing them.

I sit up but Dean's arm is around me for support. I look at him and say "thank you".

"For what?"

"Idk.... I guess for making sure I didn't die." I smile and laugh a little.

He rubs my back in a soothing way, "It is my job to take care of people." He said with a big smile.

I cuddle up to him then Sam walked back from the kitchen with some medicine. After I took it they let me sleep asking if I wanted to go to my own bed. I said no not wanting to be alone amd drifted off to sleep.

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Sorry again for a short chapter but I am trying to think.
I will update soon with another chapter. Thanks for reading guys. It means a lot to me!