You park in front of the bunker and excitedly head towards the door. Dean had insisted that you leave the bunker for a little bit while they deal with Crowley. You fought to stay but in the end you really didn't want to be around the king of hell anyways. Besides, Dean was being stubborn and there really was no reasoning with him.
What was only suppose to be a few weeks turned out to be four months. You'd get the occasional call from Sam or Dean. They mostly consisted of vague updates about some demon that would bring them one step closer.
The last update was just a few days ago. Dean had called, saying Crowley was taken care. Something sounded off about him but payed no attention to it. You were just excited that it meant you got to see be with him again.
The door opens with a loud creek. Kevin, who was sitting at the long table in the room below, jumped and stood to greet you.
"Hey Kevin!" You give him a hug.
"Hey..." He nods and returns the hug.
"Where's Dean?" You ask with a grin.
"Uh... In his room." He hesitates.
You begin to walk past him towards Deans room when he stops you.
"There's something you should know..." He says.
"What?" You're excitement has quickly faded and the worry, brought on by his expressions, that you tried to suppress came bubbling to the surface.
"He uh... He's beat up pretty bad" he says gently.
"I wanna see him!" You set your jaw.
"I don't-"
"Kevin!" You glare at him. Your pulse already racing at the speed of light.
"Let me see him" you say slowly.
Kevin steps to the side.
You bolt towards his room to find him laying in his bed, unconscience. Though, it looks like someone has administered some sort of first aid.
"Dean?" You ask hesitantly.
He doesn't move. You move to his side; the tears already threatening behind your eyes. You scan his body. His face is mangaled, cut and swollen. His neck has a white bandage on the side, with a red spot where the blood has began to seep through. By the looks of it, he's still wearing the t-shirt he wore on the hunt. It was dirty, torn and bloody. From what you could see, another, much bigger bandage covered his shoulder. The blanket came to arm pit and past that you couldn't see anything else. Even If the blanket wasn't there, you couldn't see past the tears now rolling down your cheeks freely.
"We sent for help..." Kevin spoke softly from the door way.
"What happened?" You managed to control your voice long enough to squeak it out.
"It was a trap." He began and headed towards the chair on the other side of Deans bed.
"We knew it, of course, but Crowley had a bone to pick with Dean. They were alone for a good ten minutes before Sam came in to find Crowley suffocating him." Kevin informed you.
"Why didn't anyone call?" You ask.
"Dean said not to. He was awake long enough to make that clear..."
"I don't care what Dean told you! I deserved to know!"
"That's why he called. He started to get better but then he started going down hill again."
You recall the phone call. His strained voice made sense now.
"Where's Sam?"
"On his way"
"We need your help..." Kevin says as Sam walks in.
"I can't do anything!" Sam looks confused. "Where is he?" He asks
"No! We need your help!" Kevin says cryptically.
A moment later, Sams eyes flash blue.
"Before this, I didn't need much more time. I just got done healing Sams wounds. I have not been able to fully recover. If I heal Dean, I am not sure how much longer I can stay in Sam without him knowing. He's already beginning to suspect something's wrong." It was Sams voice but very unlike Sams tone.
"Do it." Kevin says firmly.
You have not moved from your spot next to Dean since Kevin told you the story.
Kevin and Sam walk in. Except there's something different about Sam and you can't put your finger on it.
Sam walks around the bed and places his hand over Deans chest.
"Sam? What are you doing?" You ask.
He doesn't respond. Instead, a white light beams from beneath his palm and seconds later, Deans cuts and bruises begin to fade.
You watch as Sam collapses on the floor. You can still see slight bruising and some cuts but not nearly as bad as before.
"What just happened?!" You ask Kevin.
"You have to talk to Dean." He responds while trying to help Sam to his feet and walks him out of the room.
Dean groans softly.
"Dean?" You pull your attention back to Dean.
He begins to sift but in obvious pain.
"Hey! Don't move.." You warn him.
He still shifts but you can tell he's waking up.
"Mmmmmmm... (Y/N)?" He mumbles.
"Yeah? I'm here!" You say and the tears begin to roll again.
"(Y/N)? You weren't suppose to see me like this" he croaks.
"You can't keep me away."
Deans eyes open slightly.
"You did have me worried though." You smile at him.
"What happened?" He asks.
"Kevin said you Crowley got you pretty bad." You say.
"No, I know that... But I thought I was done for."
"Sam healed you." You say confused.
"He..." Dean sighed. "Crap!" He mutters
"You'll have to explain that later..."
"Sure..." He mumbles.
He slowly shifts to the other side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" You ask.
"Come here" he pats the now vacant spot next to him.
You slid under the covers and he pulls you close.
"I missed you." He says and kisses your forehead.
"Why didn't you tell me?" You tried to cover the pain in your voice.
"I didn't think it was that bad and I didn't want to worry you..."
"Well that worked out nicely" your voice now dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm sorry" he looked directly in the eyes, the first time in 4 months. You could see the physical pain he was in but there was so much guilt mixed in as well.
"Promise me you do that again?"
"I promise." He says and gently kisses you.
