Cherry Pie Please! By DeansBabyBird.

A little bit of nonsense for CherryPiePlease, a very kind reviewer who does not have a return URL. If you read this, PM me so I can persuade you that you can and should post your stories.

The man in the bed had injuries that would have kept most patients unconscious for weeks but remarkably she found she was spending all her time just trying to keep him under the covers. Why he was so keen to leave she had no idea, not if whatever he did for a living left him beaten up like he was now.

"Mr Winchester..." She huffed prettily. "Please! You have to lay down. You'll tear your wound open if you keep getting out of bed like this."

Fathomless, sea-green eyes smiled from a face so handsome that she blushed at the thoughts he engendered within her. She knew he saw her blush and wondered if he knew what caused it. She looked again at that face and knew that he did.

He was standing as usual by the window and the breeze was blowing through where he had opened it. It was as if he hated to be locked in. He wanted the blinds open even at night and every time she managed to close the window he managed to get it open again. When he was in the bed he had a look of caged animal about him but when he stood in the sunlight, hurt though he was, she knew he was more predator than prey.

He was holding onto the chair back, swaying slightly, all his weight borne on his right leg, the heavy bandages strapping his upper leg wound tightening the PJ bottoms he wore to his thigh. His left arm was supported in a heavy sling. She knew the metal work in his arm must ache abominably and she noted the constant hitches and movements he made trying to settle it comfortably in its canvas cocoon. Yet still he smiled.

"Please..." She offered her most playfully seductive voice as she turned back the covers. "It's nearly lunch time anyway." She walked toward him; taking his arm carefully and helping him limp reluctantly toward the bed.

She settled him back against the stack of pillows, lifting his bandaged leg and watching the muscle at the side of his eye crease tiny crow's feet of pain into his still pale skin. She arranged the other pillows for his arm and winced silently as she helped him remove the sling. The metal fixators gleamed against his bronzed skin but she was pleased, as she placed his arm, to note that the sutures he had popped last time he escaped his covers had held this time.

"What do you want to eat, Mr Winchester?" She tucked the covers around him as she spoke and he settled back against the crisp linen, his face relaxing as his pain eased.

"Cherry pie please." His voice was hoarse from the ventilator but still it ran pleasant chills up and down her spine.

"Cherry pie?" She laughed. "Where am I gonna get cherry pie in the land of medicinal Jell-O?"

She watched sadness tinge his dry, full lips; saw a world of disappointment dull the vivacity of his gaze.

It was too much to bear.

"I'll see what I can do!" She winked as she skipped from the room.

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