Loved by a Winchester

Another Problem

After two weeks of the same incident repeating itself and Dean not leaving the house. And always checking on me, i finally quit passing out and getting sick. But unfortunately the bruise on my side wasn't showing any signs of going away but some of the pain seemed to disappear.

I still lean on Dean for comfort and support. And the boys finally let me leave the house, but not alone. I have also been looking to home catalogs in search of a new house. I want to move into a 3 or 4 bedroom, 2 bath. And to my once in awhile​ luck I found a 3 bed, 2 bath. I want to move so that the boys could have their own room instead of swapping between the couch and the guest room. The boys don't know because I wanted it to be a secret. The house is $300,000. I didn't have that kind of money so I have to ask the boys for help.

"Hey guys, can you come here please. We need to talk."

"Is something wrong?" Sam asked.

"Do you want us out?" Dean asked with concern in his voice.

"No, no, no. Of course not! That is what I have to talk to y'all about. I found a house, 3 bed 2 bath but I need help. It is $300,000. And I don't have that kind of money. I am just tried of you two swapping for couch to bed each night so, what do you say?"

Sam is looking at me with no expression and Dean says, "Clara, you don't have to move. Me and Sam could've gotten a motel room with two beds if we cared about swapping sleeping spots each night. And you know that. We don't mind, we want to be here."

"I just feel bad! Ok there I feel bad!! I didn't want to have to ask you guys for the money! I wanted it to be a surprise. I hate seeing you two swapping places every fucking night. And..." With that Dean had me in his arms. Hugging me tight, I didn't​ realize i had started crying until Dean's shirt was wet with tears. I sank into him and let it all out. He just stood there with me in his arms until I pulled away. I don't want to but my side is burning. I went to get a glass of water.

"Son of a..." I say after a second of just standing there with my head down watching my cup fill with water. Then I hit the ground. Glass spraying everywhere.

Dean ran around the counter to my side along with Sam. Dean cradled my head in his lap for a second with Sam rushing him to put me on the couch. But Dean ran right past the couch and took me to my bed, Sam hot on his heals.

Dean checked my head while yelling at Sam, "Check her side! And her legs for anything!!" Dean was getting impatient for Sam to check your legs. "God damn it Sam! Her side!" He quickly lifted my shirt to check it and noticed that the bruise was bright red.

"We need to get her to a hospital!" I haven't passed out completely but my eyes were starting to shut. "Sam start the car!" Dean said while picking me up and carrying me out to his black 1967 Chevy Impala. He set me in the back seat and sat on the floor next to me, even though there wasn't much room.

"How is she?" Sam asked as he rushed to the hospital.

"Just fucking drive Sam!" Dean yelled before turning back to me.

"Dean...." I managed to get out before my head fell. But I could still see Dean. My throat felt so dry it burned.

"Hey hey hey, you are going to be fine. No don't close your eyes! Come on Clara, stay with us!" Dean pleaded as he held my face in his hands. He held me to his chest until Sam finally got to the hospital before he jumped out and carried me in.

The last thing I saw was Dean with a nurses hand on his chest trying to keep him out of the room. His eyes filled with tears as he watched mine close.

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Sorry guys for the short chapter again! I really​ do try to make them long but. I will try again next time. Thanks for reading. See ya!