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***Hey guys! I'm back. So thanks to those who are still reading my one shots. It means sooooooo much to me. And even though I don't know who most of you are, I just want to thank you and say that every time someone comments or votes it encourages me to continue writing. So thanks love you guys! -SF16***
"Hey, Sam, pass me the first aid kit would you?"
You had just gotten back from a hunt with the boys who you had been hunting with for the past three years and for the last two you have been dating the older Winchester, Dean.
"Yeah." Sam slid the kit across the table to you before continuing to patch up a small cut on his thigh. You gave him a nod of thanks before pulling out a needle and some thread.
"Y/N, I told you I'm fine. I can stitch myself up." Dean complained as you began to work on the gash on his shoulder.
"Yeah, I know. But I want to help. That wedigo made a pretty deep cut." Dean hissed and clenched his hands into fists as you poured some whisky onto the cut. "Sorry." You quickly apologized.
"It's fine. Just hurry up."
You quickly put in the last few stitches and placed a gauze pad over it and taped it down carefully. "There, all done."
Dean slipped his shirt back on slowly so that he didn't hurt his arm and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Babe." He stood up from the motel room table and made his way over to the mini fridge in the room.
"What are you looking for?" You ask as you clean the needle and put away the first aid kit.
"A beer."
"You had the last one last night, Dean." Sam called from the bathroom. You hadn't even noticed that he had gotten up. Dean continued looking through the fridge.
"Are you sure? I could have sworn there was one in here this morning before we left."
You heard Sam chuckle as he walked out of the bathroom in a new clean outfit. "Yes, I'm sure."
Dean closed the fridge door angrily and flopped face down into the motel bed the two of you shared, groaning. You chuckled and sat on the bed next to him, placing your hands on his back and stared massaging his tense muscles. You knew that he had been stressed about this case because it was taking longer to find the creature than usual and you wanted to help anyway you could.
"We could go to the bar down the road for a couple beers if you wanted. I know you've been pretty stressed." You offered still rubbing soothing circles into your boyfriends back. He turned his head so he could see you better and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Really? You want to go to a bar and get a couple beers? You hate beer."
It was true. You weren't a fan of beer or alcohol in general but you could handle one night for the boys.
"Well we could all use a night to relax, so why not? And I didn't say that I would drink anything. We have to drive to get there so I'll be the designated driver."
The boys looked at you like you had grown an extra head.
"Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?" Dean asked jokingly as he sat up.
"Haha, very funny. But seriously, lets go. What could go wrong?"
***Time Skip because I can***
You couldn't have have been more wrong. The night had turned into the worst night of your life, and you have had some rough nights. It had started off fine. You had arrived at the bar with the boys and sat down making casual conversation with each other and stealing kisses from Dean when Sam wasn't looking.(He couldn't stand you and his brother being 'lovey-dovey' around him.)
