A/N I don't own the characters, and sorry this is a long one...and this part has no smut, the next part does.
"Ouch, stop Dean it hurts" I said as I felt the oxygen and blood leaving my head, as he held me in a choke hold.
"Yeah, ok. But now you have to do it to me" Dean said as he let his grip fall. "But I want you to actually knock me out, and if you can't then I get to knock you out. Once I'm out though let go ok?"
"Not ok, I don't want to hurt you" I complained.
Me and Dean had been doing things all day, between teaching me to shoot his (M1911A1) gun, fighting, self defense, and other hunting related things. After shooting in the bunker's range we decided to have a bonfire and work on more self defense. Apparently choking Dean out was necessary even though he knows that I probably already can.
"Well suck it up, I wont be permanently damaged, it would take seven minutes of nonstop pressure to actually damage me." He explained
"Fine" I said grudgingly. For practice purposes he didn't put up a fight he just let me put him in the hold. But only after I jumped up on his back to get a better angle because I was short compared to him.
Wrapping my arm around his neck I remembered all of the different steps. Arm around neck, grab my bicep on my other arm, lock it in, flex my nonexistent arm muscles, pull back as hard as I can, and push his head forward. It took 9 seconds, two longer than it should have, but that might have been me being nervous about it and counting too fast. I felt his body go limp, hopping off his back and keeping my hold until I had laid him down, which only took a couple extra seconds.
After laying Dean down on the cold ground, I ran to the kitchen to get a damp cloth, and bottle of water for when he would wake up. Quickly I ran back to the bonfire, and sitting down I picked up Dean's head, sliding my legs underneath. I gently placed the damp towel of his forehead, and waited a couple minutes for him to come back around.
Taking in a deep breath my body slouched a little bit as the fire crackled and popped, it was peaceful, and I was happy. Even with Dean passed out on my lap I was complete. I has my own little makeshift family, Dean the one I have loved since the day we met, and Sam, the one who kept us from tearing each other apart.
As soon as these thoughts ran through my mind I felt Dean move in my lap.
"Mmm your thighs are comfy" he said, rolling so he was facing towards the fire.
"Thanks" I said, not really knowing how to respond. "Did I pass your little test?"
"Yeah you did" Dean said.
"I think I might head to bed soon though, you worked me pretty hard today" I explained as I slipped my legs out from under his head.
"I could work you harder baby if you let me" he mumbled.
"What?" I asked not hearing him.
"Nothing" he said, getting up with me.
"Oh, I got you some water" I said handing it to him as he gave me the damp towel that I previously had on Dean's forehead.
"Thanks, you did great today, I think Sammy would be proud of you" he said as we walked inside the bunker.
"Yeah, I'm sure he would...I'm gonna go take a quick shower, and then go to bed, so goodnight" I said as we headed our separate ways to our bedrooms.
"Sweet dreams"
Once I got to my room I gathered some clothes and showered. After a refreshing warm shower I hopped in bed and drifted off to sleep. But my sleep was rudely interrupted by a nightmare.
