Imagine reader getting attacked when they’re drunk and dean having to patch them up whilst telling them they’re not useless
You sat at the bar, swigging your beer. You'd had quiet a few now and your world was beginning to spin. You were drinking to forget how bad you felt, you'd almost screwed up a whole hunt and got Sam and Dean killed. You felt completely useless, like you couldn't do anything right. You pulled out your phone. 79 missed calls and 43 messages, all from Sam and Dean. Sighing, you finished your beer, you'd already put them through enough shit for today without making them worry frantically.
Pulling on your coat, you stumbled outside, only to slam into someone's back. They turned around quickly, shouting "Watch where you're fucking going" into your face. You were about to walk away when they grabbed your arm, slamming you against the wall of the bar you came out of. You groaned, your head was spinning and you could barely control your body, you tried to throw a punch at them but your arm went limp half way through and fell. This is when you realised you couldn't defend yourself. When they slammed their fist into their face, you realised you were in trouble and needed Sam and Dean. Their fist crashed into your face over and over and eventually you fell to the floor, which only made them start kicking you. After what seemed like forever, they finally walked away when you started coughing up blood. You immediately grabbed your phone, dialing Dean's number.
"Y/N, where are you?! We're worried sick, why do you think it's okay to disappear like this?!" Dean shouted down the phone. He sounded mad, very mad. But he soon softened when he heard your sobs.
"Dean" you croaked "I need help, I was attacked, I'm by the side of the bar we went to last night"
"Okay, stay there! I'll be there in 10 minutes, I promise!" Dean's voice was laced with panic.
You curled up into a ball once the call had ended, in a sobbing mess.
*
No more than 10 minutes later, you heard the impala pull up then Dean running over to you.
"Y/N?!" He shouted, kneeling down. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah" you mumbled back, the taste of dried blood made it horrible to speak.
"I'm gonna get you back to the bunker and fixed up, okay?" He lifted you up in this arms. "You're gonna be okay."
You nodded, still sobbing and shaking.
*
Dean sat you on the couch and placed ice packs over any swellings or severe looking bruises.
"I'm sorry" you croaked out whilst he was stitching up a cut on your cheek "I couldn't defend myself and I screwed up the hunt, I'm so useless, I'm sorry"
He frowned and quickly finished the stitching then looked you in the eyes. "Y/N, you're not useless, you're one of the best damn hunters I have ever met, I meant it, you're amazing. Don't ever think like that, tonight you were drunk and caught off guard, it wasn't your fault, okay? Don't underestimate yourself, ever." Dean then wiped away the tears that were trickling out of your eyes and pulled you into a tight, loving hug, being careful not to hurt your bruises.
