The tires squeal on the road as you park the car right in front of the main door to the motel. You tried to convince Sam to take him to the hospital, but the younger brother is freaking stubborn.

"Go ahead and open the door for me." Sam grunts as he lifts the body from the backseat. You rush to the right room this time and open the door wide open so Sam could get easily inside.

Sam places his brother on one of the beds and tears his t-shirt in order to have a better look on his bleeding gash. The hunt went so horribly wrong that you can't even remember the exact moment when everything screwed up.

"Where's the fucking Angel, when we need him? He pokes his nose in every single thing, but when there's an emergency he doesn't bother to answer," you fume as you pace around the bed, where Dean lies unconscious.

"Stop, (y/n). Just bring me the Whiskey, which is in the cupboard." Sam points to the kitchen, sounding very serious. His tone makes you move faster. If Dean dies, you will kill him again with your own hands.

As you place it in his hands, you have a view on his brother's chest. There's a long and deep wound meandering across his whole chest. There were too many werewolves, much more than all of you have anticipated. You are surprised that none of you died tonight and that you only have a huge scratch across your thigh. Stan stayed at the farm and while you and Sam are taking care of Dean, he's burning all the bodies and making sure that no one survived.

"Sam, are you sure that....that he'll make it?" You break down.

"Yeah, don't worry...." Sam nods as he grabs a needle and starts stitching up Dean's chest.

"He better does...otherwise...otherwise I'm gonna kill him myself, you hear me, Dean? I'm gonna kill you if you die on me." You bend down, nearly shouting right to his face.

"Jeez, (y/n), calm down. Shut up and get out of my way." Sam pushes you away from his brother.

You plop down on the other bed and place your face in your hands, inhaling deeply. Cas, bring your ass down here, we need you.

But there's no answer. You shut your eyes, trying to send thoughts to Castiel, but the Angel ignores your calls. So you get up, being fed up of spending time in this room. Before you snatch the Whiskey from Sam, you make sure that he won't need it again. As you take it from the night table, you creep out into the night.

You sit on the hood of your car and start sipping the alcohol, which burns in your throat. You close your eyes and try to delete the images of Dean's body covered in blood from your mind. You take another swing of the burning liquid, because it seems that the image is stuck in your head.

After a while Sam joins you. He quietly sits next to you and because you can already see the world spinning, he takes the flask out of your hands.

"He's fine. Stop worrying." He chuckles lightly. He throws his arm around your shoulders and brings you closer to his side, trying to comfort you.

"It's just karma I guess. He tried to be nice to me the other night and got nearly killed in return," you laugh bitterly.

"What are you talking about?" Sam questions, not really understanding what you are talking about.

"Nothing. It just sucks to get attached to someone when we do this," you gesture into the darkness as you try to express yourself.

"Agree. But Dean can take care of himself. And there's no shame in having someone else on whom you can rely. It's much more dangerous for you to hunt alone, (y/n)." Sam shrugs.

"I've done this alone for six years and I'm doing just fine," you reply, not wanting to admit to yourself that it's much more fun to be with the Winchesters. Moreover that it feels much safer to hunt with such experienced hunters.

"I get that, I do. You don't have to care about anyone else but yourself." Sam suddenly sounds cold.

"It's not cause of that." You shake your head, whispering quietly.

"Then what's it about?" Sam turns to you and when you meet his eyes, you can see the anger mirroring in his gaze.

"When I was hunting with my mom...she always took bullets instead of me. She always rushed to help me, risking her life for me. You can guess how she died...saving my ass. I don't want it to happen to anyone else, not again." Tears roll down your cheeks, so you quickly wipe them off before Sam notices it.

"Sorry, (y/n). I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I just never understood why you left the first time, you know." Sam sighs while he strokes your hip.

"It's okay." You nod and rest your head on his shoulder.

"Now...let's go back to our room, I will have a look on your leg." He lightly touches your thigh, making you wince of pain. You kind of forgot about your own injuries cause all the chaos with Dean.

Sam leads you back inside, where you sit down on a chair. The blood is still spilling out of your wound, soaking your favourite jeans. Sam has to cut the jeans off you before he is able to start stitching your wound. Although you drank a lot of whiskey, you can still feel the needle piercing through your flesh.

Once Sam's done, you ask him if he needs any help with stitching himself up, but he refuses your help and sends you to bed. You try to protest, but he makes quite a valid argument that you are too drunk to help him anyway. So you lie down on a bed in only a t-shirt and panties, not bothering to put on your pyjamas.

....

When you wake up, the room is empty. A sudden feeling spreads through your veins. They wouldn't have left without saying goodbye, right? Not after what I told Sam yesterday.

As you sit up and see their bags on the floor, you relieve. But that feeling is drastically changed, when you stand on the floor. You hiss of pain and look down on your thigh to see the bondage. It was definitely white last night, but right now it's soaked with blood again.

With a sigh you stumble into the bathroom and wash your face to wake you up. You realize that if Cas doesn't show up anytime soon, you will probably walk with a limp for at least a week.

You grit your teeth, preparing yourself for the incoming pain, as you rip off the bondage. You whine quietly and with trembling hands you throw the soaked bondage on the floor. After you take off your clothes, you hop into the shower bath.

Once you wash the soap from your whole body, you even tried to wash your fresh wound which hurt like hell, you also wash your hair. As you step out of the steaming shower and take a look at your clothes, which is too bloody to wear again, you grab a towel and wrap it around your whole body.

You hobble back to the bedroom looking for your bag. You curse yourself when you realize that you brought only toothbrush and pyjamas and left the rest in your car. At least the boys are gone.

You slowly open the door and peek out to look at the parking lot. When you make sure that there's no one, you rush to your car with your dirty clothes in hands, ignoring the shooting pain in your leg. The towel feels a bit short in the cold air though, sending shivers down your spine.

You bend down, throwing your dirty clothes in the trunk and rake over your bags to find the right one, where your clothes are. A sudden long whistle makes you jerk and you nearly hit your head against the opening of the trunk.

"I wasn't expecting to see this so early in the morning." A known voice chuckles behind you. Your face turns pale as you turn around yourself you meet Dean's amused eyes.

Even though you are mad at him right now to catch you like this, you are glad that he looks much better than yesterday. He stands there in front of the door to your room, smirking. If you didn't see him so hurt yesterday, you wouldn't even know that he nearly died.

"I'm glad to see that you are doing fine." You say with a light smile, ignoring his earlier exclaim.

"Well, I'm a tough guy, but your leg isn't." He points to your thigh and as you look down, you mutter more curses. The wound has opened and the blood started streaming down your leg again.

"You need any help?" He asks, when you turn away from him to find your clothes so you don't have to stand in the middle of the parking lot almost naked.

"No, I'll be right there." You wave your hand and send him to the room.

When you finally find your clothes, you quickly walk to the room, where Dean is talking to someone on the phone. You lock yourself in the bathroom and carefully put on some decent underwear. You also put on your t-shirt, but as you look at jeans and your bleeding leg, you realize that you would only damage your other pair of jeans. Well he has already seen me naked, so it shouldn't matter that much, right?

You slowly walk out, breathing heavily and trying to hold back whining. Dean turns to you, mumbling something into the phone, before he hangs up.

"Sam should be back any minute, meanwhile I'm gonna stitch your leg up again." He says and motions to the chair.

"That's fine, I can do it myself." You sigh as you plop onto the chair. You stretch your leg and place it on the second one, grimacing as you move it.

"Yeah, keep telling this to yourself." He scoffs and crunches down. His eyes scan your leg and when his fingers touch your skin, you bite your lip as you remember what he can do.

Once he grabs the needle, you close your eyes, not wanting to see what he's doing. You try to concentrate on how he's holding your leg, lightly squeezing and how warm his hand is on your thigh. You blush a bit, when his hand moves up your thigh, which reminds you that you are half naked in front of the older Winchester. Again.

"Done," he says quietly after a while, his voice rough and low. When you open your eyes, Dean's green beautiful eyes are looking right into yours. You swallow hard, not being able to breathe for a second, because there it is again. The look on Dean's face looks the same like it did the first time. Without hate, anger and coldness. Why now? What changed his mind so suddenly?

Your heart skips a beat, when he starts closing the gap between you, while he is stroking your naked leg, sending shivers down your spine with his touches. There are only a few inches between you, when the door flies open, making both of you jerk. Dean straightens up and his hand vanishes from your legs.

"Hey," Sam greets you as he walks inside with some bags. You turn around to be able to look at him and lightly smile at him, still a bit in shock from the situation which has just happened.

"Hi, where've you been?" You question him and ignore the fact that your voice is nearly high-pitched. Dean quietly chuckles next to you before he walks to the bags his brother put on the table.

"I went to buy some more bandages and food," he returns you a wide smile. "I'm glad I did," he adds when he notices your leg.

The other man crouches down and examines your leg. You stifle a laugh when you notice the serious look on Sam's face. He looks like a real doctor sometimes.

Sam gently and carefully bandages your leg, blushing lightly while he is doing so. That must be cause by the fact that you are sitting in panties in front of him.

Once he's done, you quickly put on your jeans, hissing of pain quietly when the cloth touches your wound. Afterwards all of you pack your things and make your way towards your cars.

"So, what now?" You ask as you lean onto your car, camouflaging that it actually hurts to stand.

Sam and Dean exchange a few looks, probably talking telepathically, before Sam turns to you with an offer.

"Well you can come with us to the bunker and stay for a while if you want." Sam says. A few seconds past before you open your mouth and want to answer them, but none words come out.

"Look, just come with us at least till your leg heals." Dean speaks up. You can't believe that it's Dean, who is convincing you to stay with them, when he's been treating you like crap lately.

If you come with them, what's the worst that could happen? You know the answer to that question, but you can't hunt in this kind of state anyway, so if you stayed in the safety of the bunker, it could be fine, right?

"Okay, but only till my leg heals." You nod.

A/N so there's another chapter, let me know, what you think! I hope that you are enjoying this so far:)  And who's excited for the new episodes? Cause I am!