This was requested by poughkeepseie_67 for their birthday.
You and Dean were on a witch hunt. She had been going around killing men who were unfaithful to their partners. What was weird about this witch is she didn't really use her powers. She attacked her victims with a blade of some kind. You and Dean had managed to corner her. There was a bit of tussle between you and the which when she sent Dean flying across the room. You had just grabbed onto her when you felt a sharp pain shoot through your arm and you yelped. The witch threw you to the side and tried to bolt. Dean managed to pull his gun with witch killing bullets out and shoot her before she got out the door. He looked over and saw you sitting against the wall holding your right shoulder. "Y/N," he called running over to you.
"I'm fine," you told him as he helped you stand up.
"You're bleeding," he said, "it looks pretty bad,".
"It's just a cut Dean," you said as you both headed for the impala. As Dean reached the car and opened the door to let you in he noticed the bleeding had gotten heavier.
"Y/N, come on," he said and guided you to the passenger seat and helped you sit down with your legs still outside the car. Dean reached into the back seat for the first aid kit that was back there. He hurried back as he opened it and took out what he needed.
"This is gonna sting," he said holding the small bottle of alcohol, "a lot,". You gulped but nodded. You growled out a hiss as Dean poured the alcohol over your cut cleaning the germs away.
"Sorry sweetheart," he said. You nodded letting him know it's ok as he got started on stitching up your cut with some threat and a needle. After he finished he put a clean bandage over it. "We'll have Cas heal you when we get back to the bunker,". He helped you the rest of the way into the Impala and you two were soon headed back to the bunker. The pur of Baby's engine and the melody of the low volume music Dean had playing soon lulled you into a peaceful slumber.