Selfish Intentions

Part 11

Requests: Please do more Selfish Intentions, I need more Ketch! AND Please tell me there will be more Ketch, I hate/love him... AND Please tell me that there will be more of Selfish Intentions. I love seeing Ketch struggle with his emotions.

Reader Sex: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Arthur Ketch x Reader

Summary: After being saved by Arthur, the reader tells him about the life the djinn made her see and admits her feelings for him.

Word Count: 2,027

Warnings: Injured reader, angst, no smut in this part

Fic:

"What happened?" you groan as you wake from sleep. As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you begin to notice the bandages wrapped around various body parts and the cast on your leg.

"You don't remember?" Ketch asks. He has you cradled in his arms, your head resting against his chest. You were in a bed, more of a cot really, in a room you didn't recognize.

"Bits and pieces," you tell him as you press your palm to your aching forehead. You remembered your fake life with Arthur perfectly, but after waking up in the warehouse, you had slipped in and out of consciousness. There was a car ride, Arthur's hand on your shoulder, his voice begging you not to sleep, but you couldn't remember where he'd taken you.

"Well, you were hunting a djinn and you were captured," Arthur explains, "Thankfully you were able to get a message to me before the vile creature drug you off, but where were the bloody Winchesters? They should've been there to help you. Next time I see them, they're -"

"They didn't know I was there," you interrupt.

"And why not?" Ketch asks almost bitterly.

"Because," you answer, "When I said I needed some time alone, I meant I needed some time alone."

"I thought perhaps you meant that you needed some time alone, with them," he says quietly.

"If that were the case, I would've just told you," you assure him.

"Why were you hunting alone?" he asks.

"I needed some time to think things over," you answer vaguely, "And hunting usually helps me think."

"I thought I'd lost you," he says softly, voice filled with pain.

"Arthur, I'm fine ... I mean, everything hurts, but I'm alive because of you," you say, "Thank you for that, by the way."

"You should've prayed to Castiel," Arthur says, "He could've gotten to you faster than I did."

"Maybe it would've been smarter to ask Cas for help, but when I was in trouble, you were the first person I thought of," you admit. Arthur stares off as if he's trying to comprehend what you're telling him.

"Next time call me before the monster starts hunting you," Arthur demands, "Because watching you bleed out, praying that I won't lose you, I can't do that again."

"The way you say that, it almost sounds like you care," you say.

Arthur hums, but decidedly ignores your statement. "When I finally got to the warehouse, I killed the djinn and got you back to your car. You'd lost so much blood that I didn't think you'd make it back to the bunker, so I brought you here."

"And where exactly is here?" you question.

"The Men of Letters compound," he answers. You can hear the spite in his voice.