Bartender?

Stay

I woke up to the sound of someone banging on my door. Shooting up in bed I glanced at the clock next to my bed 3AM shown on it.

"Hey! Wake up!" Yelled a unfamiliar voice.

Getting out of bed I walked to the front door opening it to show a tall brown haired man holding someone hunched over.

"What-?" My answer was the man walking into my house and placing the other person on my couch.

Dean's bloody face showing.

"Oh my gosh what happened?" I ask moving to sit on the couch beside him.

"He got cocky is what happened." The taller man says pulling Dean into a sitting up potion it stirring him awake.

"What the hell?" He mumbles looking around.

"I should be asking you that." I say getting him to look at me. His green eyes widening when they meet mine.

"Y/N?" He asks

"Hey." I say smiling at him glad to know he isn't dead.

"Can you help me patch him up?" The taller guy asks.

"Umm of course." I say going to my bathroom and returning with my first aid kit.

Sitting beside Dean I quickly spot the wound on his rips. A busted eyebrow, lip and a few scrapes and bruises everywhere else. Pushing his jacket of I follow it by pulling his shirt off.

It showing a very large angry gash on his left ribs along with three deep scratches going from his shoulder down his arm.

With the guys help we patch him up and move him back to my room. Dean once again passed out.

Returning to my living room I see the guy cleaning up the bloody bandages.

"How is he?" He asks seeing me.

"Asleep. He should be fine as soon as he wakes up and eats something."

"Good." He says nodding.

"Umm not to be rude but who are you?"

"Oh umm I'm Sam." He says holding his hand out to me but stopping when he realizes it's covered in dried blood.

Smiling softly I take a step closer to him taking his hand and shaking it.

"I'm Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you Sam. I was wondering when Dean was going to bring you around."

"So he told you about me?"

"Yes. He is very proud of his little brother. You were actually the first thing we talked about."

"After or before?"

"After or before what?"

"You patched him up. He told me he got into a fight and you patched him up letting him crash at your place since he was too drunk to drive."

"That's what he told you?"

"Yeah? Why what did he tell you about me?"

"Lot's of things." I say shrugging trying but failing to fight the smile on my face.

"What is it?" He asks moving to sit next to me on the couch.

"Nothing it's just the first night I met your brother I patched him up here a few months later here I am patching him up again and meeting you." I say to cover up the real reason I was smiling.

"How long has he been coming over here? On my end he just disappears for a few hours."

"I've known him for about three months he comes around every few weeks." I say shrugging.