You lay in your bed with your hand on your head, almost in tears. You had just barely convinced the brothers to let you go on this hunt and now they won't let you out of bed till you heal. You only had a slight concussion and dislocated shoulder. Nothing worthy of being put on bed rest!

Sam was the easier one to convince. You explained your reasoning for going and though he was reluctant, you could tell Sam knew they needed an extra person on this case. Dean had only given in because you had been faithful to training and you studied up on the case. At least that's what he said. In reality, you knew he couldn't say no to your puppy dog eyes.

They were tracking a pretty powerful witch that had been traveling from town to town recruiting young women for her coven along with a few reports of missing infants. They found the abandoned farm house she had been staying in and were planning on ending her as soon as possible.

Dean made it clear that you were to only gather the new recruits that would be meeting there that night and take them to safety. "No matter what happens, you get them out and wait by the car. Sam and I will handle her" Dean growled. You nodded appreciatively.

After you lead the four young women away from the old house and to the main road, one of them mentioned that they heard a baby crying in the back room. You could only guess what the witch had planned for it.

You sigh "stay here!" You tell the women. You grab Deans jacket from the back seat and head back towards the house.

You can hear Dean and Sam fighting the witch in the front of the house and it doesn't sound like they are wining. You sneak into the hallway and begin to check the rooms for a baby. Nothing turns up in the first two rooms. The third door is directly across from the living room where Dean and Sam are most definitely loosing. You peer around the corner to find your suspicions correct. Sam is slumped against the far wall barely moving and Sam is being held against the another wall by seemingly nothing. The witch is headed straight for Dean with her back to you. You spot Rubys knife just a few feet away from you. You take a deep breath and quietly retrieve the knife. Dean makes eye contact with you and you can't help but notice the death glare but with a hint of relief too. You creep up behind the witch but just as you raise the knife she turns and grabs your wrist. She twists it behind your back and pulls. You hear a pop and try to ignore the pain coursing through your arm. She waves her hand, pinning you next to Sam on the wall. She grins as if this was all part of her plan to begin with. Then her expression quickly changes. Dean had stabbed her in the back. He pushes her to the ground as her heart stops beating. You and Sam fall to the floor. A groan escapes your mouth. Dean helps you stand and checks you over for injuries.

"It's my shoulder and head" you answer his silent question.

You can feel Dean running his hands over your shoulder and you try not wince. Sam raises your chin and looks straight into your eyes.

"You might have a concussion"

You scream out in pain as Dean resets your shoulder without any warning.

"Sorry about that, (Y/N). It's better with no warning" Dean grins quickly before returning to his grim expression.

"What happened to 'stay by the car'!?" Dean asked.

"I saved your life!" You growl.

"You we're suppose to stay by the car! You could've gotten all yourself killed!"

"Dean..." Sam scolds.

"(Y/N)!" Dean yells as you walk away.

You head into the third room to find a baby girl crying, shivering and probably hungry. You scoop her up with your good arm and pull her into your jacket, holding her as close as possible.

You return to the main room where Dean is still fuming. Your swaying in order to calm the baby but it's not helping your head. You were lightheaded ever since Dean helped you stand. Dean was about to start lecturing you again but then he heard the cries coming from your arms.

"She was in the back room. That's why I came back." You say simply.

Dean held his intense stare but stayed silent.

"C'mon. Let's get out of here" Sam suggests and leads you back towards the car. Because of your dizziness you had thought about handing the baby over to Sam but you were able to calm her down and you weren't too sure Sam knew how to hold a baby. So he held your elbow to help keep you steady.

After making sure the little girl was returned home safely, you headed for the bunker which was only a few short hours away.

"(Y/N) you're on bed rest till you can walk in a straight line." Dean announces as you walk in the bunker.

"Dean! I'm fine! You guys need stitches and who knows what else and your not on bed rest!" You retort but the pounding in your head softened your tone more than you anticipated.

Sam helped you to your room and gently as he closed the door. Though Dean was right, you did need to rest, but to be confined to your bed just rubbed you the wrong way.

The tears swelled in your eyes. The pain was excruciating but you were fed up with how Dean was treating you. Moments later there was a knock at your door. It only made the pounding in your head worse.

"What?" You tried to keep your voice steady but failed epically.

Dean slowly opens the door.

"I don't want to talk to you right now." You say while trying to hide the tears.

"Look..." He begins after shutting the door behind him.

"No! You look, Dean!" You snap as you stand up, a short dizzy spell sweeps over you but you continue anyways. "I'm sick and tired of you being overbearing! I'm not a child! I can hold my own! I saved that baby girl, Sam and even you! What's the point of you training me for hours a day, running drills and self defense techniques when you never let me use them! It's not fa-" before you can finish your speech, Dean reaches behind your neck, pulling you towards him and cutting you off with his own mouth. Your head was already spinning from the pent up emotions and now being in Deans arms only increased the spinning. You grab his sides for support, or atleast that's what you tell yourself, and lean into him. It's not long before you almost pass out. Whether the dizziness is caused by the concussion or the lack of oxygen, you're not sure. You pull away enough to breath but keep your hold of him. Your too unsteady to let go.

"I know... I'm sorry" Dean whispers. He's still holding your head. "I just... If anything happened to you..." His voice trails off. You can't seem to find your voice. "You did good out there tonight" his voice was barely above a whisper. His arms dropped to your waist.

"I couldn't leave a baby in there..." Was the only thing your mind could come up in your still very dizzy state.

"I know." Dean smiled softly.

"Does that mean I'm off bed rest?" You ask, breaking out the same puppy eyes that got you on the case in the first place.

Dean shook his head and broke eye contact with you.

"Nooo" he chuckled. "Not gonna work this time." He gently nudged you towards the bed and helped you lay down.

"You're still on bed rest. I'll go make some chicken soup" he grinned.

You could've sworn you saw him pause before he left your room, like he wanted to say something. You filed it away, right next to the out-of-the-blue, very intense kiss that just happened to be examined later.