Bartender?

We Need It

Smut warning

Pulling into my driveway I flip the car off and look over at Dean to see him laying on the window asleep.

Shaking my head I smile softly. It only being a half an hour drive. Leaning over I shake his shoulder careful of the wound on his bicep.

I jump when Dean quickly wakes up his fingers wrapping tightly around my throat stopping my breath.

I grab his wrist trying to get him to let go. I watch as he blinks a few times snapping out of whatever he was seeing.

He lets go quickly, moving away from me. He doesn't have to say anything I can tell by the look in his eyes that he didn't mean to.

"Like I said you have P.T.S.D. It's okay." I say smiling at him, ignoring the want to rub my neck.

"Come on, I'll stitch you up and take you home." I say hoping out of the truck.

"You normally bring beaten up strangers home?" He asks looking at the small two bedroom house.

"Only the hot ones." I say smiling at him, laughing at the look on his face.

"No, you are the first guy I brought here truth be told." I say walking up the three stairs to the porch.

"My Dad was always paranoid about people knowing where we live. Never knew why." I say putting my key in the door.

"But." I say turning to face him, his green eyes meeting mine quickly.

"I never had a guy beat the crap about of someone for me. So I think I can trust you not to kill me and bury me in your basement." I say smiling at him and pushing the door open.

Walking in the flipped the light on and threw my keys onto the coffee table as I walked into the livingroom.

"Make yourself at home I'll get the first aid."

Walking back into the living room. I see Dean sitting on the couch only in his T-shirt wiping at the large gash on his arm.

"Mmm that looks like it hurts." I say sitting down beside him on the couch.

"I've had worse." He says letting me take the wet rag from him.

"Something tells me you're not just saying that to sound cool." I say throwing my hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my face.

"Why would I lie?"

"To get laid for one." I say moving to grab his sleeve.

"You mind?"

Shaking his head, I grab the sleeve and roll it up to stay out of the way. Using the rag I wipe the rest of the blood off it still bleeding slightly.

"Lucky you don't need stitches." I say smiling up at him.

"I'll just clean it and wrap it up. You should be out of here in no time. I'm sure you know how to change a bandage right?" I ask my eyes tracing over the many scars over his arms, and hands.

"Yeah, I'll get Sam to check it when I get home."

"Sam your girlfriend?" I ask getting the things I'll need ignoring the slight jealousy in my gut.

'You have just met the guy Y/N!' I yell at myself laying the bandages on my lap.

Hearing a laugh I look up to meet Dean's face.

"Girlfriend, no. He is my brother." He says making me blush.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" I say wanting to punch myself.