"Please, Mr. Winchester, let me wrap your hand up." I pleaded, looking at the stubborn man who was literally vibrating in rage. "You can't do anything with that hand if you don't wrap it. Do you want an infection? Because that is how infection happens and when infection happens, gangrene, then amputation—"

I tried not to flinch when his dark eyes swiveled to me but I flinched anyway. He saw it then he sighed, his eyes softening. He raised his injured hand to me and I quickly grabbed the medical kit before he could change his mind. I gingerly took his hand placed it on my thigh, using it as a table. With a bottle of water, I poured it over his bloody hand.

With a hiss, he clutched my thigh tightly. "Sorry!" I apologized, trying to ignore the blood running down my thigh and his huge hand clutching it. Once the blood was gone, I grabbed the alcohol swabs then glanced at John who was eyeing me. "This might hurt like shit."

"Honey, I have been doing this for a while. Few cuts ain't going to hurt me." he said, laughing, his deep voice making my insides curl. I just gave him a soft smile as I removed the suture needle and thread, trying my best not to react to his hand on my thigh. So close, yet so far. "Are you afraid of me, Zahra?" I snapped my head up to meet his dark ones in surprise.

"No? No! What makes you think that, Mr. Winchester?" I asked, hurriedly, pausing at the patch up so I wouldn't hurt him unintentionally.

"Because you flinch every time I turn towards you and how many times I have to ask you to call me John?" he remarked, causing me to blush. "I haven't done anything to hurt you, am I right? I can admit that I am a right asshole most of the time," which made me giggle and he winked at me, "but… you will tell me if I went overboard?"

"The only reason I flinch is that you are a very intense man, J-John. Dean looks up to you so much and Sam looks up to Dean… sometimes. I just know that you are a man not to be trifled with." I answered as honestly as I can, trying not to make my voice breathy. "Intense doesn't mean scary, just for your information. I mean it in a way that if you were to walk into a room, the whole room will be filled with your presence."

I looked up to see how he reacted when my eyeballs almost popped out of my head. John Winchester, the most wanted hunter in the world, was blushing. Realizing he got caught, he cleared his throat and looked away. "My presence, huh?"

"I don't like seeing you mad, either." I added, smiling. "So, don't go getting a big ego, mister."

"Yes, ma'am. I won't shout at you." John promised, saluting, then he sighed as his shoulders dropped. "I just wished that Dean wouldn't just bench me because I got an injury."

"You would have done the same if the roles were reversed." I quipped then became smaller when he looked at me. "Dean told me how you came back to life — still can't wrap my head around it — and I just think he doesn't want to lose you again. You got to trust Dean, John. He can do this."

John was silent throughout my speech. "I mean, I don't know all the specifics and I am sure you are like 'he shouldn't be sentimental and all that' and from the way he looks at you, he freaking loves you even though he doesn't say it because he is a stubborn asshole like you. Not that you are an asshole." I corrected hurriedly, turning around to fetch another suture thread, not realizing that I shifted closer to him. I sat back straight and fed the thread through the needle, not realizing how dangerously close his hand got. "I don't think he can handle you dying again."

It was quiet as I finished stitching him up. After stitching, I applied bandages. That's when I realized how close his fingers were and I tucked my head closer to my chest to hide my blush. "Alright. You all patched up, mister. Nothing too crazy with that hand or else all my hard work is for nothing."

I stood up with the packed medical kit, watching and feeling how his hand grazed my leg as it fell. I hurriedly left for the bathroom to put away the kit, releasing the trapped breath I holding back. One little move would have made his finger touch my mound… I covered my face as the blush threatened to take over. I slapped my face to get my face under control. Come on, he didn't even notice and you are making a big deal out of it!

"Why are you slapping yourself?"

I squeaked as John's voice surprised me. He was standing by the bathroom door… watching me slap myself. "Uh… to amp myself up." I answered, lamely. "Amp myself up to go to sleep, yes."

He looked like I went crazy but shook his head. "I will listen to you, Zahra, and not call Dean. But if he doesn't call or be here by this time around tomorrow—"

"You can bend me over and snap my back in half. I will give you permission for that." The words came out faster than my mind could process. Um. What. Okay, brain, I thought you were on my side?

Before she could stuff herself under her covers to hide her embarrassment, the apartment boomed with Winchester patriarch's laughter.