My Boyfriend's a... What?! (Sam Winchester)

Chapter 3

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Sam set me on the edge of the bed, sitting down beside me, while Dean walked into the bathroom. He came out seconds later with a wash cloth and a small ice bucket filled with water. Sam moved my head so I was looking at him instead of staring at the floor like I was doing. 

"We're just gonna clean your wounds and then patch you up, okay?" 

I nodded. 

"In order for us to do that, you need to take off your shirt. Is it okay if I just cut it off so you don't have to raise your arms and upset your shoulder? I have shirts you can borrow." 

I nodded again. It was only practical that they would need the shirt out of the way to get to the wounds. 

"Yeah, it's okay, go ahead." 

He pulled out a small pocket knife and cut the side of the shirt, then proceeded to remove it. 

Dean grabbed a chair and set it in front of me, getting to work at removing most of the blood. I turned so he could reach both my side and shoulder. I winced just about every time the towel touched the gash on my side and the stab wound in the back of my shoulder. 

Somewhere in the process, Sam had grabbed my hand rubbing circles on the back with his thumb. It was a lot more calming than you'd think. 

I didn't feel like I was going to pass out anymore. 

I kinda just stared off into to space, but when Dean got up and came back with a needle and thread I tensed up, making my injuries hurt more. 

Sam was quick to ask me what was wrong. 

"Y-you're not gonna stitch me up? Are-are you?" 

Dean looked up at me with an 'are you kidding me?' face. 

"We kinda have to. Unless you wanna, you know, bleed to death." 

"Dean!" Sam hissed, lightly hitting his brother. 

"What?!" 

"Be nice." 

He then turned to me a worried look on his face. 

"Rose, are you okay?" 

I eyed the needle wearily. Dean was currently cleaning it. 

Yeah, that looked totally safe. 

Not! 

"Rose, are you afraid of needles?'' 

Sam asked the question softly studying the frightened look on my face. 

I nodded and gulped. 

I know I kinda just got stabbed, but that wasn't a choice and it was sudden. 

I looked back to Sam, knowing he was probably going to laugh, but he just looked at me calmly, calming me down in the process. 

"Everything's gonna be okay. It's not as bad as it looks. Dean's done this plenty of times, he knows how to do it. He's done it to me more times than I can count and I perfectly fine!" 

I looked at Dean, trusting Sam, but wanting confirmation from Dean. 

His face went soft when he saw how terrified I actually was. He nodded.