Confession of a Winchester
Warnings: So much swearing, blood, fighting, sneaking around
Ally's POV
I wiped at blood on my face with my sleeve, only succeeding in smearing it. Werewolves are always a problem, especially when they're trying to kill you.
To be fair, I did go into their house guns blazing, fully intent on all of those sons of bitches.
I winced as I climbed into the front seat of the Impala, my shoulder catching on the seat.
Sam and Dean are gonna be pissed.
I'd wrenched my shoulder. Badly. The first time I'd hurt myself to the point of excruciating pain. And now, I had to ask my brothers for help.
I haven't been able to work up the courage to reset it myself, and I knew I wouldn't ever.
I'd been hiding my nightly hunting adventures from my brothers for a long time now. Almost eight months. l would sneak out as soon as they'd fallen asleep, take care of small hunts, and be back in my bed by the time the sun came up. I guess that was all for nothing.
Sighing, I put the keys in the ignition and twisted them.
I swallowed thickly.
Maybe if I woke them up to help me and sent them straight back to bed, they would think it was a dream…
Not likely.
The entire drive back to the motel room, I was tense. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so hard, I felt bad for Baby.
Well, I felt worse for myself honestly.
I swallowed hard as I shut off the car, in front of the motel room.
Fear immediately struck through me.
Sure, Dean and Sam would be temporarily distracted by my wounds. And then the questions would start. The fight would undoubtedly come afterwards.
Taking one last deep breath, I hauled myself out of the Impala and dragged my feet as I trudged to the door. Before I could mentally talk myself out of it, I turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Both of my brothers were sleeping, as per usual.
Maybe I could just clean myself up. Say I fell out of bed and whacked my shoulder or something.
That idea flew out the window as Dean's snores faltered and he shot upright in bed, hair askew.
Swallowing down my indecision, I slowly crossed over to him as he rested his head in his hands. "Hey, Dean," I whispered, my voice shaking.
He jumped a bit, then squinted up at me through the darkness.
Shit. The blood. I'd completely forgot.
Dean noticed it a millisecond after I did. His hand reached over to shake Sam from sleep. "Sammy, wake up!" he hissed, floundering to turn the light on. "Ally got hurt! Get your ass up!" He sprung off the bed to examine my face in between his hands. "Oh, God, Ally. What the hell were you doing? You're covered in blood! Sam, get the goddamn alcohol."
Finally finding my voice again, I sputtered out, "Not… My… Blood."
Dean pushed me by the shoulders to sit on the bed. I immediately crumpled, gasping out and scrunching my face up in pain. Dean's hands grabbed me by the waist to keep me standing.
"Hey, I've gotcha. I've gotcha. What hurts?"
Thankful for the simple questions, I squeaked out, "Shoulder. I-I think it's dislocated."
I heard Sam swear as he looked closely at my busted shoulder. "That's dislocated, all right. I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna hurt like hell." He sounded guilty, and I figured out what he was thinking just as he popped my shoulder back into place.
I cried out, pain flaring in the joint, then calming to a dull ache. "Thanks," I winced, rubbing it softly.
Sam put an arm around me, fingers gently working at the knots in my shoulder blade. I cast a grateful glance up at him.
"Now that we've had our dramatic moment, how about we all sit down for a family meeting so Ally can tell us what the hell is going on!" I cringed at Dean's rough, loud voice, booming through the flimsy motel room walls.
Sam swallowed and slowly sat on the bed opposite mine, Dean too restless to stop pacing.
Steadying myself, I forced out, "It was a werewolf."
And Dean proceeded to flip his shit. "A werewolf? What the hell were you doing around a werewolf?! You could've been seriously hurt, Ally! You know that! Why didn't you just let us take care of it?!"
I fought down my tears and stood, hands clenched into fists at my sides. "Because, Dean, I hate being holed up in here all the time! You barely ever let me go out to get groceries! That's not freedom, that's a chore. You and Sammy, you guys get to make a difference. You carry on what dad wanted us to do. I'm just as trained as you are, Dean. Yet I'm cast aside like I'm made of glass!" I snapped, having to calm my breathing as I cooled down from my pent-up rant.
Dean had stopped pacing, now staring at me in shock. Sam mirrored his expression. "How long have you been doing this? Sneaking out, taking care of hunts like this?"
I carefully averted my eyes to the floor. "Just short of eight months. It hasn't been anything too big!" I defended as Dean opened his mouth. "Just small groups or rogues, I swear. I just… I love hunting. It's in my blood. I'm a Winchester." My tone softened as I finished my explanation.
"Eight months? Holy shit, Ally, don't you ever do something like this again, okay? We'll take you with on hunts. I won't bench you, I promise. But you depriving yourself sleep? That's not the answer. You should've just come to us about it."
I nodded up into Dean's sincere eyes. "Okay. I promise I won't keep anything from you again."
That signature smirk was edging onto Dean's face, and I knew that he was about to make a crude comment. "So, who'd you lose your virginity to?"
I groaned loudly and smacked his arm, pouting as he laughed.
"C'mon, let's see what's on TV."
"Dean?"
"Yes?"
"Need I remind you that it's 2 o'clock in the fucking morning?"
Dean cast a surprised look to the clock, then moaned, pulling a pillow over his head. "Your shoulder could've waited until morning," he grumbled into it.
After giving the drowsy Sam a one-armed hug, I crawled into my bed, the rollout from the couch.
Tucked inside the covers, I heard Dean quietly call out, "Night," before his snoring could be heard.
Smiling to myself, I pulled the sheets tighter around me.
Those idiots are my brothers.
And I loved them, especially when they relocated my shoulder and made me promises that they would actually keep.