*Author's Note: This is the first reader story I've ever done so no flames please. Or flame if you want, like I really care. I'm just trying this out because a close friend of mine asked for it. This is also the first chapter and I realize it doesn't actually mention Dean's name, but it will in the second chapter. The first chapter was really long so I cut it short. Deal with it if you don't like that ^^
Hope you enjoy it.
You're driving down the highway in the first car you've ever owned, listening to your favorite music on the radio. You've been driving for a long time, having just come from the city. You had to buy some groceries and supplies for your favorite hobby. You also bought some toys for your dog.
It was late, the sun had set and the moon was fairly high in the sky. The stars were scattered about, lighting the darkness beyond. You smiled at being able to see the stars. It was one of the reasons you moved to the country side. You had been raised in the city, but there, you've never been able to see the bright balls of gas in space because of the city lights.
The headlights of your car light the highway in front of you as you drove. There was no one on the highway which wasn't really all that surprising due to how late it was already. You would've been home long before now if you didn't run into an old friend and have dinner with them. It was a nice dinner at your favorite restaurant and you two caught up on your lives.
Your friend had made fun of you for not settling down yet, but you had your reasons. You have responsibilities and there was just no time to uphold a relationship. Your mother thought it you should be married now with little ones mostly because she wants some grandchildren to spoil. You father, though, he's happy you're focussing more on your career and not out drinking and making mistakes like having kids when you're not ready for them.
But you knew one day you would want kids, just not right now. You wanted to find someone to love first, someone who wouldn't treat you like crap like the partners in your past relationships. The partners were always nice at first and treated you like Royalty, but eventually stabbed you in the back and left you without a second thought.
It's pretty much why you said 'Fuck it' and got yourself a puppy. A very cute mixed breed puppy you rescued from an animal shelter you work at. They were going to put her down because she was too wild and wouldn't work with anyone, except you of course. She loved you right from the start, you could tell and so could your coworkers.
They were shocked when you came back from vacation and this puppy ran right up to and started dancing around you and wiggling, trying to get you to pick her up. You did and the moment you raised her off the cement floor and into your arms, she started licking you and slobbering over your face. Your coworkers told you all about her that instant and you decided to adopt her immediately before they could put her to sleep.
That was the best decision of your life, you thought to yourself and smiled. You glance over to the passenger seat and imagine her there beside of you, panting happily as she looks out the window. You had to leave her at home with the neighbor boy watching over her because you had some things to do that couldn't involve her or else the surprise you had for her would be ruined. It was her birthday tomorrow and you wanted everything to be a surprise.
You look back to the road just in time to see someone stepping out onto the highway. You slam on your brakes, just barely stopping before hitting the person. They turn to look at you and your heart beats faster.
Cerulean blue eyes stare through the windshield at you, somehow seeing you there in the dark of the car. The man they belong to is hunched and holding his left arm close. A moment later, those eyes roll back and he collapses onto the asphalt.
You put the car in park and get out, worried immediately about the stranger who you almost hit. You rush to the front of your car and kneel down beside of him. You notice the blood there on the side of his head and his tattered clothes with even more injuries underneath.
"Mister?" you ask quietly and tap his cheek. "Mister, wake up," you say. Of course, your voice doesn't have any effect on him. He's out like a light which means he's not waking up any time soon.
You glance around and sigh, then start trying to pull him off the highway. You can't just leave him there. He might get hit or worse, die right there on the road. So, like the kind-hearted, help-your-fellow-man person you are, you decide to take him home with you and patch him up. Of course, it's easier said than done, especially with a deadweight that you have to move and get into the car.
After several minutes of struggling with this stranger, you finally get him settled in the passenger seat and get him strapped in. You close the door, making sure no part of his body is in the way, and walk around the car and slide into the driver seat. The car is put in drive and you speed off, wanting to get home as soon as possible to patch this man up. And after turning off onto a gravel road a few miles later, you soon get home. It was normally a ten minute drive from that turn, but with your speeding, a few minutes were knocked off.
Once at the old farmhouse, you stop the car and rush to the passenger side. Again, you struggle with the stranger, this time trying to get him out of the car, and manage to get him to the front door where you nearly drop him. You prop him against you and lean on the side of the house while you try to unlock the front door.
A quiet groan sounds in your ear, followed by a couple curses. He's coming out of consciousness, but from the sound of it, he's barely even really here. There's an incoherent question, the words all jumbled in his groggy state.
"It's okay, Mister," you tell him and finally get the key slide into the lock. "You're going to be okay." You get the door unlocked and opened, then try to get him inside. "Wish you were more help though," you say as you struggle more with him.
He seems to be well enough to understand your words and shuffles his feet, trying to put in an effort to help so you're not carrying his weight too. But really, it's not much help because you're still struggling to hold him on his unsteady feet.
Your baby girl hears your voice and comes flying towards you, barking happily, her tail wagging like mad at the sight of you. It's not until she's right in front of you that she realizes you have someone with you. She growls at the man, not liking the sight of him near you, but goes silent at your command.
"He needs help, Baby Girl, I couldn't just leave him there," you tell your puppy as you get into the living room and drop the man on the couch unceremoniously. You rush off to the bathroom and grab the first aid kit, deciding to readjust him on the couch after you get the kit, and grab a bucket and fill it with water and drop a wash cloth into it. When you return, your baby girl is sitting in front of the once-again unconscious man, sniffing him.
You move over to him and get him adjusted on the couch well enough that he's sitting up with his head hanging over his chest. You take a moment to just study him, his looks with aren't much right now with the blood and the dirt and the grass hiding them. But from what you can see, his short, wild hair is a dirty blond and he's got quite a bit of muscle under his leather jacket.
Baby Girl barks again and whines, glancing up at you. She wants to know who this stranger is and why he's in her house making it smell like blood and outdoors and smoke. You just shrug and start to strip him of his jacket. It's another battle to get it off, but eventually you do and toss it onto the chair nearby. Off comes his shoes because you don't like how they've tracked mud onto your carpet, but you'll worry about that later.
You raise his t-shirt up over his torso, taking a look to see what you have to deal with and see mostly bruises there. Dark bruises over his ribs and you worry if they're broken. There's no blood there so that's good, you think, and open the kit. If there are broken ribs, you want to make sure they're wrapped up so he can't get much more hurt. You glance at him again.
The way his left arm hangs down, you know it's been dislocated. You'll have to bandage that too so since you've got his shirt up that far, you decide to just remove it completely. The torn shirt is tossed onto the chair with his jacket and you take a hold of him. You have to get the joint popped back in place and that's just what you do, showing no mercy even though you want to.
He cries out from the sudden jolt of pain, waking momentarily from his unconsciousness, then falls silent again as he falls back against the couch again, passing out. You sigh and force him up, letting him rest his bloodied head on your shoulder and grabbing an ACE bandage from the kit, you start to bandage his torso up.
It doesn't take you long to bandage up his torso and his shoulder, making sure it's tight enough to hold him together, but not tight enough to cause him more pain. You rest him back on the couch, then take the washcloth from the bucket of warm water and start gently wiping away the blood on the side of his head.
You stare at him as you clean away the blood, taking in his facial features. He has a straight nose and chubby cheeks which make him look younger than he probably is. The wild mop of, you guess it's dirty blonde, hair only works towards making him younger. He has a somewhat of a high hairline and you wonder why because honestly, you're just curious about such things. But you never ask questions like that because it's not your place.
There's only a small gash above his left temple and you wonder why head wounds bleed so much. The water in the bucket is already a light pink and the washcloth will have to be tossed out due to the staining of it, not that you really care because to you, you have a thousand washcloths anyway.
Most of the blood is wiped away with only the blood staining his hair left. You can't really do anything about that because you don't want to have to lug him to the bathroom. And honestly, you don't think you can even get as far as to bathing him. Such a thought like that, a beautiful stranger naked in the tub in front of you, it brings a deep blush to your face.
You shake your head, clearing your mind of weird thoughts, and take some more things from the first aid kit. You put a disinfecting cream over the gash above his temple, then put a pad of gauze over that to protect it. You put the cream away again, then pick up the smaller ACE bandage and wrap it around his head well enough to hold the gauze in place.
Once done with everything, you look him over and decide that there's not much more you can do. You're not a doctor, but you know one and decide to call her in the morning to visit and make sure he's going to be okay. Until then, you get him laid down on the couch with a pillow under his head and the quilt from the back of the couch on top of him.
"Keep an eye on him, Baby Girl," you tell your puppy and walk out to the car to bring in everything. You make sure to hide the birthday supplies in the closet while the small cake for her, made edible for dogs, goes in the fridge. The gifts for your puppy go in the closet too and the door is locked once everything is in there. Your groceries are put away where they belong in the kitchen.
You check in on the man once everything's put away where it needs to be, then pick up the bucket and the kit. You return them to the bathroom, dumping the pink water down the drain, and then walk back to the living room.
The stranger you patched up is still passed out and it looks like he'll be that way for awhile so you plop your behind in the other armchair and wait for him to wake. Your puppy hops into your lap and curls up, her eyes on the stranger. And there you two sit, eventually falling into a light sleep.
*Author's Note: I know, I haven't been working on my other stories. I've been trying to work on them, but the creative juices just aren't flowing. I'm thinking of redoing Stab My Back because I dunno it just needs redoing. Just know that I'll get to them eventually.
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I'll probably be putting the second one up soon. Ciao!