The Price of Love (Boyxboy)

10

alex p.o.v.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, they discharged Dean from the hospital. I felt relief wash over me as I saw Dean being wheeled out. The nurses had been adamant about me not being anywhere near him as they checked him one last time. Apparently I was affecting the readings for his heart.

I stood, casually leaning against the car as they wheeled him closer. He looked exasperated and I couldn't help but smile at his expression.

"I do have legs you know, and I'm perfectly capable of using them to walk," he said. He was still near the doors, but I could hear every word he said. I smirked as the nurses tried to reason with him.

"But sir, walking around could cause you extra damage and an increased chance of ripping your stitches!" The nurse said. I saw him roll his eyes.

"And that's important...why?" He asked.

"Sir, if you don't stay in the chair, we will be forced to strap you to it, and I can assure you that however uncomfortable that may be, ripping your stitches will be far worse," the other nurse said. I saw him about to go off on another tangent before he relaxed into the chair.

"Fine," he said. They wheeled him over to the car, seeming glad to let me have him.

"Don't let him get out of the chair," one said before they both walked away.

"While I'm in this chair, I expect you and everyone else to treat me like a queen," Dean stated. I laughed.

"No, 'Hello darling, it's wonderful to see you?'" I asked. Dean rolled his eyes and I helped him out of the chair and into the car.

"We're outside the hospital now, no need to get all lovey-dovey," Dean said. He stared darkly out the window as I debated where to put the wheelchair. I decided in the trunk would be the best place. I opened the door and sat in the drivers seat.

"Well, I guess that just means I'll have to eat a whole roll of cookie dough by myself, seeing as you're not into the whole nice thing once you're out of the hospital," I said, starting the engine.

That captured Dean's attention.

"You got cookie dough for me?" He asked excitedly.

"No, I got cookie dough for me, and I was contemplating sharing some with you, but now that you're being rude..." I said, trailing off.

"But I was injured! I think I deserve some cookie dough," Dean protested. I laughed.

"Not if you're being a fake-ass queen," I replied. Dean sighed and pretended to take off a crown.

"Hey boo, it's nice to see you," he said, putting his hand against the side of my face and running his fingers over my stubble. It tickled. I laughed, but it came out as more of a giggle. I stopped immediately, and he withdrew his hand.

"That's better," I said, smiling at him.

"Now do I get some?" Dean asked, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, you can have, like, a bite of it," I said, teasing him.

"You little bitch!" He said, laughing. I managed a few chuckles before I poked him in the nose.

"That's what you get for being a princess," I said.

"Queen," he corrected. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever."

We rode in silence for a while before he broke it suddenly.

"So...Supernatural marathon tonight?" He asked. I grinned.

"Yes! We need to get me all caught up," I said enthusiastically.