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"A piece has splintered off, it's too deep I can't get to it" he swore again mopping up blood.

I must have stared to look pale as Jo mentioned possibly getting me some sugar. I was bleeding badly, the alcohol in my system was thinning the blood.

Everyone looked at each other, everyone except me, and I knew what they were thinking. Hospital.

"Not gonna happen" I state before anyone could even suggest it. I watched my grandmother die in hospital, my father too. I'd grown to fear them terribly.

"Gwen.." Sam began

"No Sam! Now I don't care what you have to do! Do it! Or I'll cut it out myself" I threaten grabbing my pen knife from my pocket and slamming it down on the table.

Sighing he agreed, it wouldn't be the first time we'd all cut each other open, for a bullet or something else. I felt suddenly sober. I wasn't sure if it was the loss of blood or the knowledge of what was coming next but I was suddenly very aware of my surroundings

Ellen went to grab more towels. Dean went to find more alcohol, unfortunately he meant for my hand. Sam went to the car to get the other kit that had a scalpel. And Jo stayed with me, neither of us spoke but I could tell she'd been crying.

A bang of guilt hit me. If she liked Dean and he liked her, who the hell was I to act like a child and throw a tantrum?

I sigh deeply, "I'm sorry Jo-Jo" I whisper using her childhood nickname hoping she'd hear me.

She did, she launched forward, throwing her arms around me pulling me into a hug. I hushed her and patted her back with my good hand, before pulling away.

"You and Dean...its none of my business, I shouldn't have acted like that I'm sorry" she shook her head as she sank into the chair beside me, the third person to hold that seat in less than 30 minutes

"Gwen we.."

"Like I said, not my business" I make clear that, that was the last I wished to hear on the subject. She pulls me in for another hug as Dean and Ellen return. I gave Ellen a smile over Jo's shoulder but refuse to meet Dean's eyes even though I could feel them burning into me.

I wasn't ready to tell him he had my blessing, not that he needed it...but in all honesty he didn't have it either way. I just felt bad for upsetting your friend.

Sam appears at the door as Jo let's you go.

"You know this is going to hurt right" he asks as he sterilises the scalpel. I nod, unable to speak

"Jo go and stand with your mom, in case I lash out" she did as I asked.

Sam poured vodka over my hand, and asked if I was ready.

I meet his eye giving him a bitch face, I hold my breath and wait for the pain.

I hear a noise rip through the room and it takes me a second to realise it was my screams. I begin to see stars

"Oh God I'm gonna black out!" I say breathlessly, swaying in my seat.

The alcohol which had seemed like such a good idea 45 minutes or so ago was now rushing to my head and stopping me from blocking out the pain.

I see a figure rush to my side, to hold me up. I hear the chair beside me get dragged closer and feel myself propped against something, someone.

Someone who smelt pretty good, *oh god*... I realised it was him. I try to pull away but I feel an arm that was wrapped around my waist tighten it's grip. When had he put his arm around me?

I could feel Sam digging around in my hand,

"There's too much blood, Ellen get over here!" I had no idea what they were doing.

"Sorry Gwen, I'm gonna have to cut again" I whimper at the statement

I hear Dean shush me calmly, his forehead rested on my head, his nose brushing the side of my face and his lips next to my ear.

"I got you its ok, deep breath" he says calmly his voice soothing me,,

Another scream tears from me as Sam cut deeper. Panting in pain I feel Dean kiss my ear, then my head.

"That's my girl" he said holding me impossibly tighter,

My heart swells before my thoughts drift to Jo

"Got it!" Sam smiled, "just gotta stitch you up now Gwen"

Jo excuses herself offering to get me another top. I wonder why, then you see the blood soaked sleeve.

Ellen follows offering to get me a drink.

"Oh God no! No more drink..." I shout after her.

I push against Dean, Sitting myself up,

"You don't need to stay" i smile tightly at him "I'll be fine, I'm sure Jo will be at the bar now" he frowned at me

"I'm not going anywhere" he says simply, loosening his hold but not releasing me, leaving no room for argument. We were both too much alike as I think about how I'd done the same to Jo not even 20 minutes ago.


To be continued