We drove in silence for a little while. Awkward silence actually since the three of us didn't exactly fit in the front seat. I noticed that Dean kept looking over at me but I didn't acknowledge him. Finally he asked. "How's your leg?" I closed my eyes and sighed. To be honest, I hadn't really noticed until he asked. That's when I was aware of how my calf burned and throbbed something fierce. I put on a brave fake smile. "Like a dog bit me." I say and shrug. "I've had worse." Well, it wasn't entirely a lie, though it was the first time I had been bit by a dog. Dean raised an eyebrow at me. "If it's not bad, then stop bleeding in my car." He said but it wasn't harsh. I didn't say anything and we finished the drive in silence.
I slid out of the car and took Dean's offered hand to stand. I let go and held both my hands up so I could see if I could walk without him helping. I made it off the curb and across the sidewalk to our front steps. I made a face at the steps as Sam turned at the door. He watched me but didn't say anything. When it came to me being hurt Sam was always the silent one, watching from afar but not seeming to know what to do. I felt Dean take my elbow and help me up. Sam opened the door for us and gave me something between a sad and kinda reinsuring smile. To be honest it was weird. Not gonna lie. Dean sat me on the couch and I tried to pull my pant leg, or what was left of it, over the wound but they were too tight. I looked up at Sam. "Could you grab me a pair of sweat pants out of my room?" I asked. There was no way I was going to go up those stairs and come back down. He nodded and started up the stairs. "Bottom drawer left side!" I called after him and glanced at Dean who was in the bathroom pulling stuff out while Sam trotted back down the stairs and tossed me the pants. "Thanks." I said softly and shoo Dean out of the bathroom.
It was painful to say the least when I was pulling my pants off. I was surprised by how much damage was actually done. I opened the door and nodded to Dean. I knew full well that the pain had yet to come. I sat on the edge of the tub and rolled my pant leg up and looked away, I didn't want to see Dean's reaction. Maybe I should have been watching, because Dean poured the peroxide over my leg and I could have screamed. But I didn't, and was very proud of myself. However the sound that came out was a cross between a dying whale and a stalker breathing heavily. Needless to say he did it a few more times before bandaging it and took me back to the couch where I laid back and looked at the time. Three in the morning, perfect. I yawned and closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.
I woke to hush talking in the kitchen. I couldn't make it out but it was Sam and Dean, and someone else? How did I sleep through someone walking through the front door less than ten feet away from me? I stayed silent but still couldn't figure anything else out and ended up drifting off again. The next time I woke it was to someone standing over me. And I'm pretty sure that was the only reason I woke up. I startled until I realized it was Robbie. "Wha..?" But he smiled, actually smiled at me for once in almost a week. "I just wanted to say thanks. And I'm sorry, for the way I acted. But whatever you three did, it worked." I just blinked at him still trying to put things together in my mind. Dean smirked from where he leaned on the door way. "She's pretty hyped up on meds Robbie. Doubt she will remember it to be honest." He seemed, pleased with himself. Gosh he could be so irritating. Robbie snorted softly. "Right, Well I'll text ya later Em." He said before walking out. I looked confused at Dean but he had already returned to the kitchen.