Short Dean POV, but that's only because the next chapter will be only from his POV.
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Dean
We had been at the roadhouse for about an hour now, and Sam were still very much asleep in the car. We had also moved into the kitchen, and Soph were cooking for all of us. I had no idea of what she was cooking, but damn did it smell good.
"So, when was the big day?" Jo asked, and stared at me. But I let Soph answer, because I loved the way her face would lit up when she talked about it. Or even thought about it.
"On my birthday, about a week ago," she answered Jo as she was hacking some vegetables. That big knife looked sort of scary in her hands, especially since she didn't watch what she was doing. But she was used to this. I mean, she used to do this everyday, of course she wouldn't cut her finger off.
"So, the ring, did you pay alot for it? It looks expensive, but it might be fake for all I know," Jo continued, and I saw Soph looking at me. She wouldn't answer that question.
"Actually, I didn't pay for it at all," I said, and Jo narrowed her eyes.
"So, what, you stole it?" she asked, and most of the others laughed.
"Long story," I said, and I wasn't going to say any more. Thankfully, Sam walked into the kitchen, and I could change the subject.
"Hey, sleepyhead," I told him, and he was about to say something when Soph interrupted him.
"Shit," we all heard her say, and I turned my head to look at her. She was now standing with her back against us, and I heard the water running. Really, come on?
"What happened?" Ellen asked before I had the chance to. But I had a pretty good guess.
"I slipped with the knife," she explained, confirming my guess.
"Is it bad?" I asked, rising from my seat.
"Nothing worse than normal... Although, there is a lot of blood," she trailed off, and I felt sort of panicky. A lot of blood? That couldn't be good...
"Let me see," I said, and Soph laughed, looking at me.
"Dean, relax, it's nothing," she said but gave me her hand. There was barely any blood at all on the finger she had cut herself in. I wasn't an expert, but I had seen a lot of injuries in my days. And this was just like she had said; nothing.
"You little liar," I accused her, and she smirked at me. But the cut was still bleeding.
"Ellen, you got any band-aid?" I asked, and heard Soph sigh. I looked at her, and I could see that she thought she didn't need any band-aid. But she was bleeding, and she should have it.
I was trying to convince her without saying anything, and she was trying to tell me it was nothing.
It was one of our silent conversations - we had them pretty often - and I won this one. She sighed again when Ellen gave me the band-aid.
"When did you become such an expert?" Soph murmured as I fixed her up, all concentrated. I could hear conversations around us, but I didn't listen.
"That must have been when I realized I didn't want you hurt," I said, meeting her eyes again.
"And when was that?"
"The second I met you," I told her seriously. It was true that I had liked her from the first second, even before we even talked to each other. It was just something about her that had made me interested to talk to her. I don't know what it was, but she still had it. I was always interested in knowing more about her, even though I knew everything.
I fixed the last of the band-aid, and met her eyes again. She held that look – the look I loved. She looked happy and relaxed, and her eyes held that love I loved seeing there. That trust and that love. It made me happy to see that look, and she probably knew it.
So I stared back into her eyes, and showed her all of my love for her.
It was another silent conversation, and everything around us disappeared. We could have been in a crowed room, filled with noises, and we still wouldn't have noticed. At least I know I wouldn't.
Sophia
"We got a lead on it, so we won't be back for a while," Dean told me. We had been here for almost a week now, and they were getting closer. They would probably find the shapeshifter tonight, and hopefully it would die as well.
But this was always the hardest part – the waiting and the worry. There was no way to escape it, I knew that. So the only thing I could do was to suck it up, and enjoy the times I wasn't waiting and I wasn't worried.
"I'm taking a shower, and then I'm going to bed," I told him. It was pretty late, and I was tired.
"I'll see you later."
"Don't be quiet," I said.
"I won't," he promised and I smiled before we hung up. Dean knew I wanted him to wake me up when he got back. Just so that I would know he was back, and I didn't want to wait to make sure he was okay.
I stepped in under the hot water, and when I walked out of the bathroom and laid down on the bed the time was 11.30. I didn't bother to put any more clothes on than an oversized t-shirt.
Since I was tired, it didn't take me long to fall asleep, but as usual my last thought was Dean.
I woke up suddenly, and first I didn't realize why. But then I heard my phone ringing, and I sat up. Dean wasn't back.
"Hello?" I breathed as soon as I found my phone. I didn't even bother to look at the caller ID before I picked up.
"Hey, Soph," Sam said from the other end, and I knew there was something wrong.
I heard it in his voice, and then of course the fact that the time was 4 am and Dean wasn't back.
"What happened?" I asked as I searched for my clothes. Sam didn't answer me at first, and I had to ask again. This time harsher.
"We just arrived at the hospital, and you better come down here."
"Is it bad?" I asked, but I knew the answer. It was bad enough for them to be at the hospital.
"I don't know, they're... they're taking him in to surgery right now."
I was already out the door, even though there hadn't been long since Sam called. I had just on a pair of jeans and shoes and threw on my leather jacket. I had no idea of how I looked like, and I didn't care.
"I'm on my way," I said and hung up to call for a cab. It probably didn't take long for it to arrive, but it felt like it. It felt like every second was an hour, and I had no idea of what was going on. I hadn't even asked Sam why he was in surgery. And I wanted to know - I needed to know.
As soon as I was inside the hospital, I realized I didn't know who to ask for. Right now I couldn't remember what names they were under, and it was possible that they were using their real names here at the hospital.
But luckily I found Sam waiting for me, so I didn't have to bother thinking about that.
"I figured you wouldn't know..." Sam trailed off, and I looked at him. I wanted to know.
"What happened?"
"I know he told you we had a lead on where to find it, and we did. Only he found us first, and... and..."
"And what?"
"The shapeshifter stabbed him. We didn't have a chance to prevent it..." Oh, god, he was stabbed? I felt my hand rise to my mouth, and I felt the tears burn behind my eyelids.
I leaned into Sam for support, and I felt his arms around me.
"What happened to..." I started, but Sam cut me off, knowing what I wanted to know.
"Dead," he answered me simply and I nodded. Good.
Sam lead me to the waiting room where I leaned against his side. We didn't say anything as we waited. There was just silence.
And I who thought the time before the cab came to get me was long...
This was even worse. Knowing I was so close to him and at the same time not knowing anything at all. It felt like I sat there for so many hours, but every time I looked at the clock I noticed there had only been a few minutes.
A doctor came out after about an hour, and he told us that everything was going fine. He said that the knife had missed one of the kidneys with a few millimetres and that Dean had been very lucky.
But he still had a few hours left in the OR.
That didn't help much though. He was still in there, and I wanted to see him for myself.
When the clock was almost eight, I just couldn't sit there any more. I had to move around, and I had to get some air. Sam offered to come, but I said I wanted to go alone.
As soon as I was outside I called Tess.
"Hello?"
"Hey, is Dave there?" I asked. I really wanted to talk to him right now, considering he was a doctor. And he was good, and probably the only one who could comfort me right now.
"Eh, yeah, wait a sec..." she said, and I did.
"Soph?" Dave said as he came to the phone a minute later.
"If someone is stabbed, how long are they in the OR?" I asked, hoping Dave would answer me before he asked any questions. Luckily he did.
"That depends on how severe the injuries is, and where the person is stabbed."
"It missed one of the kidneys with a few millimetres," I said, on the verge of tears again.
It took a moment before he answered me.
"A couple of hours – four, five, maybe." I nodded to myself. Hopefully they would be done soon.
"What happened?" Dave asked when I didn't say anything.
"Dean is in surgery, and has been for about four hours now. I... I gotta go, I can't be out here. Just tell Tess I'll call her later," I said and hung up before Dave had the chance to say something.
I walked back inside, and saw a doctor walking away from Sam. But he was with his back against me, and so I couldn't see his face.
"Sam?" I asked, and he turned around. He looked relived, thank god.
"He's in a room, but still sedated and will be so all day. The surgery went perfectly, and he'll be back to normal in a week or so."
"Can we see him?" I asked, and Sam nodded. I still wasn't fully relived, I wouldn't be that until he woke up. Sam and I searched our way to the right room, where we found Dean very much asleep.
He didn't look like he was in any pain, and he was breathing on his own. He had a needle in his arm, and another one in his hand, both leading to an IV.
They were probably giving him morphine and something else for the pain he would be in otherwise.
There were two chairs in the room, and I took the one next to the bed so that I would be close to him.
"You should sleep," I told Sam, who looked exhausted. "I'll be fine," I added when it looked like he was about to protest, and he nodded before he closed his eyes in the chair and seemed to relax.
It didn't take long before I heard soft snorings coming from him.
I squeezed Dean's hand, looking at him. The only hint from the fight - if there had even been a fight - was his split lower lip. Other than that, I could see no new scars.
I had no idea of what on side he had been stabbed, but I wanted to know so that I wouldn't accidentally hurt him.
So I let go of his hand and removed the covers a little bit before I lifted his shirt slightly. I saw a bandage over his stomach, going around all of it, but the damage seemed to be on his left side – the side furthest away from me.
I let go of his shirt and put the covers back over him and then took his hand again.
I felt the tears burn again, and I let them run silently down my cheeks.
"Do you remember the last time we sat like this?" I asked, knowing he wouldn't answer me but hoping that he on some level would be able to at least hear me.
"I think I was eighteen, and you were supposed to stop by on a short visit after the hunt. But the thing you were hunting, I can't remember what it was, was fast and good at fighting. You ended up with a dislocated shoulder, a few broken ribs and a broken leg. You couldn't walk for weeks, and you really hated that plaster. But since they didn't let you out of the hospital, I came to you instead. It wasn't that far, and I had a weekend off. So for two days I sat by your bed, and I made you promise it wouldn't happen again. You even promised me you would never leave me. Not ever. So I want you to keep that promise, okay? Because I can't do this without you. I need you, and I don't ever want to loose you. And... I didn't even say 'I love you'." I knew the chance was small, since the doctors said he would wake up, but what if he didn't? There are always risks with surgery's, and this surgery was bad enough without them.
"I do, I love you, Dean. So wake up," I said, and then fell into silence. I didn't know what to say. I held his hand in both of mines, and I placed one of my arms next to him and lay my head down and closed my eyes.
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I had no idea of how I managed to actually fall asleep, but I did. When I woke up it was getting dark outside, and Dean were still asleep. Sam wasn't.
"Any news?" I asked, and he shook his head.
"He'll wake up when he'll wake up, and the doctors can't do anything. Look, I'm gonna go get something to eat, do you want anything?"
"No, just coffee," I told him. I probably was hungry, but I didn't feel it. I didn't feel anything besides the worry.
Sam left, leaving me alone with Dean.
"You better wake up soon, you know, because you proposed, remember? So we have a wedding to plan. And I can't do that alone, because I need you there. And besides, I can't marry myself," I told him but trailed off into silence again. I didn't know what to say, and there was nothing I could do or say to make him wake up. All I could do was to wait. And so I did.
I took my hair string from my wrist, and placed my hair in a bun. I really needed a hair cut. I loved the length of it, going down a bit under my breasts. But it was getting worn, and I hate worn hair.
I started to stroke his hand with my thumb and after a while I saw one of Dean's fingers twitching a little bit, so I turned my gaze to his face.
It took a few seconds, but I saw his eyelids begin to flutter and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. He was waking up. Finally. I felt tears of relief run down my cheek, but I didn't bother to wipe them away.
"You're awake," I breathed and saw him open his eyes completely. They were unfocused but he didn't stop looking at me. I had never been so happy to see his eyes before.
"Didn't I promise you once I wouldn't go anywhere?" he murmured, his words slurred with the sleep.
"I think you might have done that," I whispered and raised his hand to my lips to place a soft kiss on it. He didn't answer me, his eyes now closed again.
"Don't you ever put me through this again," I told him harshly, but he still didn't open his eyes.
"Stop whining and come here," he slurred again, and I rose from the chair to place a soft kiss on his lips. He kissed me back, but it was barely.
I felt his arm come around my waist, and suddenly I was lying down next to him in the bed.
"Much better," he said, and I heard him sigh. I tried to get myself into a comfortable position without touching him too much, but it was hard so I stopped trying.
"Are you in pain?" I asked, wanting to know even though I really didn't. I didn't want him to be in pain, but knew he probably was.
"Not really," he answered me, his voice not as slurry any more. But he was lying. I heard it in his voice – he was trying to hide it.
"How do you feel?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"Like every time I do when I'm holding my girl in my arms," he told me.
"Dean..." I said, wanting an answer. He sighed again but spoke.
"I don't know. It feels... like everything is spinning."
"That's the morphine," I heard Sam say and I opened my eyes to see him standing in the entrance to the room.
"The bitch is dead, right?" Dean asked as I sat up, reaching for my cup of coffee. But I didn't move from the bed, and I took Dean's hand in mine again.
"He didn't get far," Sam promised as he gave me the cup.
"Good. Is that coffee?" Dean asked, and both Sam and I chuckled.
"Baby, you just woke up from a four hour surgery. I don't think coffee is what you need."
"What time is it?" Dean changed the subject, and I looked at the clock on the wall.
"Around eight. God, I should probably call Tess. Twelve hours ago I promised Dave I would call Tess," I mumbled, not wanting to leave Dean. But Tess was probably worried, and so was probably Dave.
"You talked to Dave?" Dean asked, almost fully awake now.
"You were in surgery after being stabbed, of course I called him," I told him simply and saw him smirking.
"What?" I asked him, and he smirked more.
"Nice to know my girl is worried about me," he said, and I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up," I told him and heard Sam laugh. Dean did too, but grimaced at the same time.
"I'm gonna go find someone," I said, and climbed out of the bed. I couldn't see him in pain like this.
I needed to do something about it, and the best way was to find a doctor.
And that's what I did right before I walked outside and turned on my phone again. Three missed calls from Tess.
I dialled her number, and didn't have to wait long before someone picked up. But it wasn't Tess, it was Dave.
"Soph?" he asked, and I told him it was me. "How's Dean?" he asked then.
"He's awake. Is Tess there?"
"Yeah, hang on a sec."
I didn't have to wait any longer than that before she was at the phone.
"How is he?" she asked, and I heard the worry in her voice. I probably should have gone out earlier today to call her, knowing Dave had told her this morning.
"He just woke up from the surgery. They kept him sedated, so that he wouldn't feel the pain."
"Why aren't you with him?" she asked, sounding relieved.
"I don't know. I just needed the air. You know how much I hate hospitals."
"Yeah, I do. What the hell happened?"
"I don't really know. I've only heard Sam's story. They were hunting a shapeshifter, and it got to him before he got to it. It was bad luck. Really bad luck."
"Is he going to be okay?" she asked, and I wiped away the tears that were starting to fall again.
"He is going to be back to normal in a week or so, but Tess, I gotta go. I can't be out here, I just wanted you to know he was awake."
"Go to him, and tell him we said 'hi'."
"I will," I promised, and hung up so that I could go back to Dean. I couldn't be away from him any longer – this few minutes was enough.