Chapter Three

"Dean!"

"Yes?"

"Don't wash your head. Just bath from the neck below, and wash your face. Don't let any water in the ears."

"Okay Doc!"

I had to shout a lot. I stood outside the door, instructing him.

"Lou?"

"Yeah?" I was sitting outside. I had gotten pretty fast since I hadn't gotten so dirty, since Dean would always take up more of the fighting and let me do the covering his ass part.

"What do I do about my hair?"

I thought about it, and I decide I could manage that. "I'll wash it. Just get dried, put on some pants and I'll be right in."

A few minutes later, he came out just covered in a towel, showing off his bare body, ripped muscles glistening with water drops.

I have to get a lid on this thing. He's going to see me ogling him.

Why am I ogling him again? This isn't the first time you've been on a hunt with him, Lou, what's so different this time?

He cleared his throat, his back to me. "Oh, Yeah, um, I'm just going to go outside for a minute." I said, walking towards the door. I whipped out my phone, looking for the nearest hospital and if they had an ear specialist.

A few minutes later, I had found one in a general hospital, and I scheduled an emergency appointment with her for a few hours later. I hung up once I got the appointment, and I checked the time. there were still two hours in between so we could rest a bit, eat something.

I was about to order us some food, when I heard Dean shouting again.

"LOU!"

I nearly panicked at his loud call, thinking the worst, as all hunters do.

I ran towards the room, and nearly broke the door trying to open it as fast as I did. "Dean!?"

I came in, and my heart had a little shock.

Dean was still in a towel, bare torso, and trying to patch his thigh wound. It was quite high up, so his towel was just barely there.

I turned my face away. "Dean!" Yup. Just what I shouldn't have seen.

"What? I need your help. I can't reach it, and its hurting a lot. Plus, we don't have alcohol." He grunted, speaking fast.

"Just get into your boxers and let me have a look at the thigh." The wound was on the back side, so he couldn't really see it.

"I am wearing them."

"Oh thank god." I said, and I turned around. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, the leg propped up on a chair, bandages strewn everywhere.

I went up to him. I stretched out his leg, and looked at the wound. The earlier bandaging had stopped the bleeding, but the wound was still open. Dean had tried to rip off the old bandage, but it was stuck halfway.

I told him it was going to hurt. He held my shoulder with his hand, while I held his leg in place by holding his knee, and jerked off the bandage with once smooth motion.

And I nearly went deaf at his "Son of a Bitch!"

I quickly redid the bandage as earlier, and I stood up.

"God this man is glorious, even covered in wounds". I said to myself.

"It's kind of the wounds that make him more glorious." A voice in me replied.

"Yeah, we know he's awesome." I told the voice.

I didn't realize we had been staring at each other.

"Whatchu looking at Lou?" he asked me.

"Hmm?" I snapped back. "Your wounds. On the right side. Let me see."

Now, I kind of always thought of Dean as a handsome guy. But there are good looking guys everywhere. I had never been attracted to Dean's looks before as I was during this hunt.

Once I cleaned the wounds on his side, I told him to put on some pants and get in the bathroom.

Once I sat him on a chair, his head in the sink, I wet his hair, and began to wash it. The bathroom was slightly cramped, so I constantly had to bend across Dean's face to wash the hair. Like I was going to complain. Hah!

But his hair was very easy to wash, very silky and smooth once the blood and the dirt had come out.

Now for the hard parts: cleaning the ears.

I always had some ear-buds with me, because I had a bad case of ear wax. I dipped a few in disinfectants, and began cleaning his bad ear. There was a lot of blood, but I'm sure some of it was not Dean's. Once all the red was cleaned, I took the flashlight and tried to assess the damage. I just saw a lot of blockage, and Dean screamed bloody murder when I even touched it with the tip, so I thought I should let it alone. Then I cleaned the other ear, which was fine.

"Dean? Can you hear what I'm saying?" I said, on his right side.

"Hey! I can hear it, but very muffled." He replied.

"That's probably good. Now, don't scratch inside the ear with anything, until we get it checked, please Dean." I said, walking out, knowing that behind my back, he was going to scratch at the inside with his fingers until he went deaf.

"Okay. Okay." He walked out of the bathroom behind me. "Thanks Lou, for taking care of this." He said. "Sure no problem. We got an appointment in what, an hour now. So if you want we can eat and go, or we can eat after." I told him.

"Sure, let's eat, and then see the doc." I'd come to realize dean never refused food.

"Thank you for the help with the case though. I wouldn't have been able to handle this alone." I said, turning around.

"What's that?" he said, cupping a hand around his ear, with a wicked smile.

"I said Thank You-

Then I realized he'd heard me the first time. "Grandpa."

He has such great naughty smile.

"Yeah, c'mon, this old man's starvin," He whipped out his phone, and dialed a number, walking outside. I assumed he was calling Sam.