Dean's Cowgirl /✔

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Blake rolled his eyes and shifted as his he was bored with me. that alone was enough to prove he was the biggest assbutt in the world. he looked away for a split second and i took that opportunity and ran at him swiftly and silently. well, mostly silent. he looked back at me and his eyes widened right before i slammed my fist into his nose. i heard a crack and knew his nose was now broken. his head went backwards, heading for the ground with his shoulders and body following him. he landed on his back on the ground and laid there, holding his face. saw Dean out of the corner of my eye wave Sam over and take out his phone, turning on the camera and recording it. Blake stood up one hand on his nose. he glared at me and let go of his nose to make a fist and swing at me. i blocked it. his fist bounced off my arm i blocked with and i brought up my other hand up, punching into his mouth. a tooth got stuck to my knuckle and i yanked it out. i made a face and pulled it out of my knuckle, leaving a trail of blood gushing from the knuckle. Sam and Dean just chuckled. they had seen the worst side of me. this was nowhere near it.

"bitch!" Blake gasped. i gave him a mock-shock look.

"i thought you would never hurt me, Blake?" i said seriously. "i was obviously wrong. and really, you used to be this sweet guy. but now you're an assbutt." Dean chuckled and Sam burst out laughing.

Blake kicked out at me and i danced away, circling around him to reach up and grab his shoulder. i lifted my feet, hanging on him and kicked my feet into the backs of his knees as hard as i could. they buckled and i let go, dropping to my feet as Blake fell to the ground. he sat on his feet and breathed heavily. i circled him several times before he lashed out and cut my thigh with a knife he had been holding. i gasped and realized, he hadn't just become and asshole, he had become a full on abuser. when before i moved to Texas, he wouldn't dare say bad things at, -let alone punch or knife- girls. now here he was, trying to stab me with a knife. he lashed out at me again. i can't let him stab me. it could hurt the baby. depending on where he did of course but looking at his swings, he was aiming for my stomach. i backed away, hands up in surrender. i didn't want to surrender because my stubborn self knew i could beat him. but i couldn't risk hurting my baby. even though it was still so small nobody could see it if they could, there was still a chance it'd be a miscarriage if he stabbed me in the right place. and i wasn't about to risk that. he kept swinging at me and i kept dodging them, barely.

"Blake, stop. ok? just leave." i said.

"no way, bitch. I'm gonna carve that little baby of yours." i gasped and ran towards Dean trying to save myself and my baby. Dean hadn't heard what he had said because all my dodges, had moved us away. but when he saw me running he turned white and realized i was surrendering but Blake wouldn't let me. Dean dropped his phone and started for me. Blake grabbed my shirt and hauled me down, slamming me on the ground. he crouched over me, sliding the knife lightly across my stomach. he tried to stab my lower stomach but Dean ripped him up, messing up his aim and making it stab into my thigh instead. i screamed and looked at the knife in my thigh. Sam held Blake and Dean came over, crouching next to me.

"sorry, this is gonna hurt." he said, his voice slightly cracking.

"no!" he looked at me. "if you pull it out, i'll bleed all over and i'll lose too much. the knife is right on the damned artery."

"how do you know that?"

"my mama's a midwife. she had to study basic anatomy before she could study midwifery." i shrugged. he nodded and lifted me instead, causing me to cry out when the knife moved in my bone. he carried me to the impala. Sam zip-tyed Blake's hands together and left him by the tractor. he went to go tell my parents as Dean drove me to the hospital, me laying in the front seat with my head on his thigh. every time he hit a pot hole, it sent pain shooting through my leg and i gritted me teeth against it.

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we pulled up to the hospital and Dean didn't bother going to find a parking spot and just went and parked in the drive through that people in wheelchairs or with crutches used. he climbed out and went around to my door. a security guy came out.

"sir you can't park here. sir?" Dean lifted me out of the seat and the security guy stopped rambling and clenched his jaw, nodding. Dean carried me in and the desk lady jumped up at the sight of me.

"follow me, sir." she said, then quickly walked off to a emergency room. Dean put me on the bed and a doctor quickly came in with a nurse trailing after him.

"blood type?" he asked.

"o positive." i ground out. he nodded and went off to find some blood. the nurse got an IV and put it into my arm. she got out some morphine and started to put it in my IV bag.

"no!" i almost yelled. she jumped back, surprised. "I'm pregnant." i ground out. she nodded and squirted out almost three fourths of the tube and then put the one fourth that was left in my IV. this much wouldn't do much. the doctor came back in and put a needle, going into the artery in my arm and hooked it up to the blood bag. then he glanced at me and Dean, snapping on gloves and reaching for the knife. Dean held my hand and the nurse stood behind the doctor, ready with a lot of towel looking things. the doctor looked at me in sympathy then grabbed the knife and yanked it out of my flesh and bone. my pride wouldn't let me make so much as a peep. but I'm pretty sure Dean's hand's broken now. the nurse came up quickly pressing down on the blood flowing out, pressing firmly on my wound, making it hurt even more. they stopped the bleeding and cleaned it up, right before giving me stitches, holding the wound together so it would heal. the morphine didn't do anything so i felt all of it.

"she's tough." i heard then nurse say to the doc.

"why?" you gave her morphine didn't you? she wouldn't have felt it."

"she's pregnant so i couldn't give her enough to numb it in time." the doc nodded, rubbing the stubble on his chin.