Author's Note- Supernatural Imagine Drabble #17! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the imagine that I'm using. Just how I interpreted it and my character Haven.

Dean's Nurse

"Son of bitch," Dean groaned, gingerly sitting on the crappy motel bed. Haven and Sam stumbled in after him.

"Give me a second, Dean. I'll get you fixed up," Haven said tiredly. She dug through her duffle bag, trying to find the first aid kit.

"I can't believe you got shot by a werewolf," Sam said, flopping onto his bed.

"I can't either. Then, the son of bitch decided to beat the hell out of me," Dean replied, clutching his bleeding shoulder. Haven found the kit and knelt in front of Dean.

"Does this shirt have any sentimental value?" she asked, motioning to his blood-soaked t-shirt. He shook his head and jumped slightly when she started to cut the shirt off. She passed him a bottle of whiskey. "Start drinking."

"Just warn me when you're getting ready to take the bullet out," he said before taking a long drink.

"I'm taking it out now," she warned. Dean braced himself as the tweezers dug into his flesh. He gritted his teeth and then began to chug the whiskey. "There. All done. Time to stitch it up."

"Just do it quick." Haven rolled her eyes and began stitching. Dean winced at the slight tug.

"Give me that," Haven said, snatching the whiskey and dumping it over the wound. She then got some bandages and covered it up. She stood up and kissed his forehead. "All better?" Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a kiss.

"Thanks, babe. You always do such a good job patching me up," he said with a grin.

"If I don't do it, who will?" she replied.

"Sammy, probably, but he wouldn't be as good as you."

"Gee, thanks," Sam said from the other bed. Haven went over and patted him on the back.

"You're a fine nurse, Sam. It's just tough to be as awesome as me," Haven laughed.

"Damn straight, babe," Dean agreed.