ReaderxDean

Inspired from an 'Imagine' I saw online.

Imagine getting hurt on a hunt and Dean admitting his feelings for you.

Enjoy

Your legs feel numb as you limp through through the door, leaning heavily on it. "Well, you look like hell..." Dean's voice drags you out of your groggy state for a moment, your eyes meeting his. He stops smiling when he sees your face, dropping a file on the desk and quickly stepping toward you. His hands grab onto your arms, holding you up. "What's wrong?" His voice was no longer playful, but full of concern.

"Ambushed...ah!" You try to step forward, but a sharp pain from your side causes you to stumble right into Dean's chest. He catches you easily, wrapping strong arms around you. It would've been a dream come true at any other moment, but his hands were currently tightening around your injuries and you let out a yelp.

"S-sorry!" He says quickly, loosening his hold and trying to help you to the closest chair. Once he got you seated, Dean let his hands gently roam your bosy. You knew he was looking for injuries, but it didn't stop your face from heating up.

"H-here..." Not being able to take the touching right now, you pull up your shirt to reveal the damage. You can see his eyes darken at the site of your bloody and bruised middle.

"What the hell did this..." He nearly growled, standing to grab supplies.

"You know what did it..." It was a job Dean and Sam had sent you on because it seemed like a job one hunter could handle. "There was just...ah!" You wince when Dean gets on his knees in front of you once more and starts to clean the gash. "...more than one..." You grit out, sending him a glare. He gives an apologetic shrug and continues.

"Damn...I knew I should've went with you..." He frowned, you could tell he was trying to be more gentle with the dabs as his eyes started to look guilty.

"Oh please...don't add this to your reasons to self pity." You roll your eyes and grab his hand to stop him. It got his attention and he looked up at you. "We all decided this was a good plan...shit happens."

"You could've died...It was a rookie move not to think of..." You let go of his hand and sigh, interrupting him.

"That's part of the job Dean, you KNOW that. Besides, I'm fine...so it's okay." He laughs sharply at that, going back to dressing your wounds.

"You call THIS 'okay'?" He asks, frown growing as he concentrated on the task. You decide not to respond because stubborn Winchesters refused to let it go unless given the last word. The bandage stings the most, since Dean had to wrap it tightly. Once it's tied he leans back and sits on his knees while you pull your shirt down carefully. "...I just..." Dean starts, but closes his mouth soon after, looking at his hands in his lap.

"You just...?" You press, knowing Dean well enough to sense when he is trying to say something that involves emotion. He takes a breath and looks up at you from his position on the floor. "...I've...gotten used to you being around, you know. And...I...uh..." He rubs the back of his reddening neck while clearing his throat. "...I kind of like you around...a lot."

You try not to laugh at how adorable he looks in this moment because it would make him retreat, and it would seriously hurt to laugh right now. Carefully, you slide to the floor, holding your injured side until safely on your knees in front of the other. You put a hand on the nape of his neck and slowly pull him forward. Your lips meet and it sends electricity down your spine. You can even ignore the throbbing of pain for a moment. You slowly pull back to see Dean's eyes half open, hands raised like he wanted to grab you but didn't want to accidently hurt you either.

"I really like you too Dean..." You say with a smile. "...And I don't plan on leaving your side, as long as you want me here." He gives you a serious, hard to read look for a moment but it melts into affection as you're carefully pulled back into a kiss.