Imagine that you are super clumsy and you end up tripping down the stairs in front of Sam and Dean. The gif above is their reaction.

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You are the bait for the latest hunt. This is usual, and you're used to playing the part of the helpless maiden. The monsters you hunt see you as their next easy target, but you and the Winchester brothers know better. You can take out anything. Wendigos, vampires, werewolves, practically anything.

This time is different. You have to go into a fancy party in order to flush out the monster that you're hunting. In order to do this, you need to dress the part. That means a fancy dress and fancy high heels.

It would be a great, easy plan. Except for the part that you're super clumsy, and high heels make you one-hundred percent more likely to fall flat on your face.

So, in order to prepare for it, you've been walking around all day in high heels and a pretty dress. Sam and Dean find your attempts hilarious, and have taken every opportunity to tease you.

"C'mon Y/n! You can behead two vampires at once, but shoes are your weakness?" Dean laughs.

You glare at him, "Dean, I'd like to see you do better!"

"Ha, I'd do way better." He smirks.

"Just shut up please!" You say, walking up the stairs of the the empty house you've been crashing in.

You collapse onto the bed, utterly embarrassed about how many times you've fallen down/knocked something over today.

Tears prick at your eyes. You shouldn't be this weak! You're a hunter for goodness sake! Who knew that this would prove so difficult.

You don't cry, even though you feel like it. Observing the pretty f/c high heels on your feet, and the beautiful dress that goes just to your knees, you sigh.

You can do this.

So, you get off the bed and wobble down the hallway to the stairs. As you reach the first step, you see Sam and Dean waiting for you at the base of the stairs.

Exhaling, you place your foot onto the first step.

Your ankle twists, and you find yourself falling face first down the wooden steps. A string of multiple curses flies out of your mouth as you seemingly fall in slow-motion.

With a sickening thump, you land on the ground at the Winchester brother's feet.

They flinch. Sam inhales sharply through his teeth, and Dean raises a fist with his mouth open.

"Dang, Y/n, are you alright?" Dean asks, coming out of his shock to stand over you.

You bite your lip from the pain, "Do I look like I'm freakin' fine?!"

"Uh, no. You actually look like crap," Dean chuckles, earning an elbow to the side from Sam.

"Here," Sam helps you stand and helps you to the couch.

You elevate your swollen foot, as Dean gets the icepack. He removes the shoe from your foot and places the icepack onto your ankle.

Tears leak from your eyes, even though you try to stop them. Sam inspects your foot cautiously, "I don't think it's broken."

"That's good," You mumble/sob.

It hurts like heck, but you try to conceal your pain.

"Sorry, but it looks like you're gonna have to sit the one out."

"No, really?" Sarcasm drips from the words that exit your mouth. Then you sigh, "I guess all of this was useless." You point to the dress and the discarded shoes.

Dean smirks, "Not completely useless. I finally got to see you in a dress."

You chuckle despite the situation, "Enjoy it while it lasts, because it ain't happening again."

Sam laughs along with you, "You do look good in that dress, Y/n."

"Thanks, but we all know Dean would look better in it." You joke.

Sam laughs, and you're starting to feel better now apart from the throbbing in your ankle.

"Well, we got to go kill this thing. See ya later Y/n." Sam says, leaving the house.

Dean starts to follow him but stops and turns back to you, "Don't do anything while we're gone. Wouldn't want you to get hurt without us here to take care of you."

Frowning, you chuck a pillow at his face. It's a direct hit, naturally.

"Ha, take that! And be careful. I won't be able to save your butt if you get into trouble!" You yell after his retreating form.

With the boys gone, you have nothing to do except read a book and wait for them to get back.

When they do get back, you see that they brought you something.

"We got you a 'get well' present," Sam smiles, tossing you a f/c teddy bear.

Taking the bear into your arms, you smile and hug it, "Aww, thanks guys."

"No problem," Dean answers.

"So, how was the hunt?" You ask, sitting up a bit.

Sam explains how it went, and you eagerly listen to the story. After that, Dean and Sam help you to your bed.

You sleep good even with the aching ankle, and cuddle against the stuffed bear that Sam and Dean got you.