Light the Match
A/N: Obviously this takes place during Folsom Prison Blues. As you'll find out, I've changed things slightly that happened in the episode to fit better with this story. There will be a sequel to this, maybe even a series if I'm creative enough. And for the purpose of this, and my next story, Papa (John) Winchester is not dead. He never died; he was just… uhh… hunting.
Rated M because there's sex later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or Sammy or Dean. I own Lexa though. But I'll swap her for Dean any day.
And a big thank you to Lani for being my beta!
"I don't need a fucking nurse!" Dean yells at the guards, one of them hand cuffing him to a cold, hard table.
"Sit down, and shut up," the guard says, leaving with the other one.
"Probably gonna get some butt ugly, male nurse," he mumbles to himself, sliding up onto the table. He looks down at his wrist and tugs at the handcuffs, until he hears the door open.
"Great, I'm not bending over or cough…" he starts.
If there was a time to cue that slow motion sexy music, now was it. His nurse… was a she. They actually had women in the prison. She was gorgeous. He was disappointed that she wasn't wearing the whole 'nurse fantasy' attire, but the black slacks and white shirt would definitely be a suitable replacement. He couldn't help but notice how they hugged her curves. Her hair was tied up, but still showed its length. She was amazing; too incredible to be working in a place like this. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her.
"Dean Winchester?" she asks, walking over to him. He nods.
"Winchester…" she says slowly.
"Like the rifle," they both say. He looks up at her and smirks.
"Alright," she says, standing in front of him. She gently takes his chin in her hands, and tilts his head slightly. He still doesn't take his eyes off of her.
"That's a hell of a lot of bruising, although you did go up against Tiny.
I'm gonna have to clean those cuts," she says, letting go of him. He watches as she snaps on some gloves and prepares everything.
"You're very quiet. You can interact with the staff y'know. We're not all gonna kick you in the nads. Well, depends on what you say that is," she smiles.
"I'm Dean. Dean Winchester," he says instinctively.
"I think we've already established that Dean," she smiles, and he blushes slightly.
"Yeah, uh, I guess we did," he mumbles.
"Alright, well I'm Lexa and I'll be your nurse for… the duration of your stay," she grins, making him smile.
"Ahh now see, I got you to smile. I knew I would. You gotta have a sense of humour."
"Working in a place like this? No doubt," Dean says. She takes his chin again, looking into his eyes.
"This will sting," she says, and dabs some gauze covered in a yellow liquid onto his cuts.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean hisses, flinching away from her. She raises and eye brow, watching him.
"Uh, sorry," he mumbles, looking down.
"No problem. I've been called worse," she says, leaning towards him again. He grabs her arm, stopping her.
"I didn't mean you; I meant… it was the pain, alright? I didn't mean you."
She nods, and he loosens his grip, sliding his hand to her elbow. She shivers and pulls away.
"Um, I should really get your cuts clean," she says, looking away.
"Yeah, Of course," he nods. He winces as she dabs at the cuts a few more times, before covering them with some small dressings.
"Done," she says, pulling her gloves off. She turns to dispose of the gloves, but freezes. She feels Dean pull her against him, the gloves falling ignored to the ground. They were face to face with Nurse Glockner. Well her ghost, anyway.
"Don't move," Dean whispers in her ear. Glockner watches them slowly, before turning.
"Uncuff me!" he says.
"Dean, I-"
"Uncuff me now! Unless you want to die!"
She bites her lip and uncuffs him. He quickly grabs her, and pulls her under the table, holding her tightly.
"Dean-"
"Shh," he whispers, leaning into her. They watch silently as Nurse Glockner passes them by, heading straight for the cell across the hall, currently housing Tiny.
"I can't let this happen, not again," she whispers, struggling against Dean.
"Quit it! Lexa, stop!" he hisses in her ear, holding her firmly against his chest. She closes her eyes and leans back against him. She feels his grip tighten as they hear Tiny's screams. They stay like that, Dean resting his head on her shoulder, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
"You know about her?" Dean asks after a while.
"Of course I do, I work here!" she yells, pulling away from him. They both stand up.
"Tiny's the second guy she's murdered in the infirmary. She never gets who she wants."
"Who does she want?" Dean asks. She doesn't answer, her back facing him.
"Lexa, who?"
"Me! She wants to kill me, alright?!" she yells, turning to him.
"Why?"
"Never mind you've got enough to worry about," she says.
"This is ridiculous," he says under his breath. He grips her shoulders, making her face him, and stay there.
"Why does she want to kill you?"
"Obviously I'm not the worst nurse a prisoner could have," she explains. Dean had to agree with her there.
"Apparently, her view when she was alive was that they deserved to be punished - no matter what. It appears she still believes that in death. The fact that I treat them with an ounce of respect pisses her the hell off. So she wants me dead."
Dean nods, letting go of her. He picks up the handcuffs from the floor, holding them out to her.
"You didn't have to let me go," he says, as she takes them from him.
"I know."
"Then why did you?" he questions.
She cuffs him to the table again, and shrugs.
"I guess I'm just a trustworthy person," she says, leaving.
A/N: And that's it for Part One. Not sure how many parts there are, as I'm writing it as one big thing right now. But I do have the next part nearly finished. Please review?