Imagine Bobby patching you up after a rough hunt with the Winchesters.

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"Crap!" You yell as you're slammed against a tree by an angry werewolf. Your gun has been knocked out of your hand, and now you are forced to grab your silver knife from your boot. 

On the forest floor, you snatch your knife and stab the creature in the leg before standing up and aiming for its heart. 

It rears back and slices you across the arm with its sharp claws. You hiss and curse as pain invades your senses. 

Furious, you stab the werewolf in the heart, twisting the silver blade to inflict more damage. 

It roars in pain and tries to grab your throat, but you duck in time and stab it again. This goes on for a few minutes before it finally collapses and you deliver the final killing blow. 

Panting, you glance at your arm, which is bleeding profusely. Three long, deep cuts run the length of your shoulder to your elbow. 

"Woah, Y/n are you okay?" Sam asks as he and Dean run up to you apparently finished with their werewolf. 

"I'll be fine." You answer, trying to ignore all the pain that your body is under. 

Sam steadies you and helps you to the car, "We're going to Bobby's, he'll be able to help."

"Yeah, too bad someone lost our first aid kit," you shoot a glare at Dean.

He just shrugs and starts driving to Bobby's. Luckily, you're not too far from his place, so the drive is relatively short, or at least shorter than usual. 

You try to not bleed all over Dean's Baby, and end up grabbing an old shirt from your backpack to stop the bleeding. 

Tired, you try to stay awake. Sam and Dean have not been injured badly, ending up with only a few small cuts and bigger bruises. 

Dean blasts some classic rock from the stereo, and you focus on that instead of the fiery pain in your arm. 

When you get to Bobby's, you stumble to the door and knock a few times with your uninjured arm. After a minute of waiting, he opens the door with a few curses. But, as he spots the blood on your arm, and the worry on the Winchester brother's faces, his stops. 

"What happened?" He asks, motioning you in.

All three of you enter the house, and you instantly find a chair and collapse onto it. Bobby looks at you with concern. 

"The werewolf scratched Y/n pretty bad." Sam explains, as you show Bobby the ugly wound. 

"Darn it, I told you two to keep her safe!" Bobby turns on Sam and Dean angrily. 

You roll your eyes, stand to your feet, make your way to Bobby's liquor cabinet and grab a bottle of whiskey. Then you sit back down. 

"Maybe less arguing and more..." you blink, trying to think of the word before shrugging and taking a swig from the bottle. 

Casting another glare at the boys, Bobby gets the bandages and supplies for stitching up cuts. He looks closely at your injuries as you continue drinking to ease the pain. 

"Did you at least kill the son of a gun?" He asks after cleaning out the wounds.

You scoff, "You think I'd let it live? Trust me, that sucker's deader than a doornail." 

Bobby smiles a bit before frowning in concentration. 

"That's my girl." 

Sam and Dean share a look before making an excuse and leaving the room. You watch them go with a smirk, but then wince as Bobby starts stitching you up. 

You observe him casually. This isn't the first time Bobby's had to help you after a rough hunt, and it won't be the last. 

After he's done, you tap the brim of his hat and then stand. "Thanks." 

He huffs in response, still upset that you got hurt. You ignore that and wrap your arm around him in a side hug. He returns the gesture, and you smile in his embrace. 

"Just, try to be a bit more careful next time, okay?" 

With a chuckle, you nod, "I'm always careful."

He smiles and shakes his head. Then, he leans down and kisses you gently. You kiss him back, slightly tickled by his beard. 

"I love you Bobby."

"I love you too."