Dean Winchester (agentplant) wrote in valloic, @ 2021-02-15 14:35:00 |
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Dean had been on patrol when he got the message that Sasha was hurt and it took him a second to come up with a plan. He swiftly prayed for Castiel and asked him to find her at the hospital, heal whatever injury she had and bring her back to the bunker. There was no need for him to leave work early. He only had a few hours left and she was fine. Cas had healed her and she would be fine. He had been healed by Cas before and it was never a big deal. Still, as the minutes passed, he found himself growing more concerned until he excused himself and made his way to the bunker. There were still plenty of them on the way back to the bunker, but Dean managed to make it through unscathed. He ran down the stairs and hurried over to his room where he hoped she was sleeping. He slipped into the bedroom quietly and closed the door before walking over to the bed. Dean reached out to brush his fingers through her hair, tucking the loose strands behind her ear. “Hey, babe. Did Cas fix you up?” Though she didn’t really remember much of the last couple of hours -- everything kind of went foggy once she’d been dragged back into the Library and away from the turkeys outside -- she at least knew where she was, and that she’d been at the hospital last she could recall. The touch to her hair made her shift a bit and she turned her head slowly, opening her eyes to give him a sleepy smile. “Hi, you,” she murmured, pushing out a sigh as she tried to roll over onto her back more. “I think so… I feel better than I did, anyways.” She could only assume that he’d patched her up more fully, otherwise she would probably still be at the hospital. “I was pretty out of it though, so I’m not sure what happened exactly… other than those bloody turkeys.” Sasha ‘hmph’ed softly and even gave a roll of her eyes. “Hmm, those bloody turkeys,” he said in a British accent. Dean had been out on patrol, fighting turkeys all day, and was completely oblivious to the fact that he was kind of a sweaty, bloody mess. “Gansey said that Ezekiel provided you with some…alternative pain medication.” He stated wistfully, unable to help the guilty feeling over the situation. It wasn’t his fault that she had gotten hurt, but he still felt like he should have been able to protect her. “I’m sorry that you had to go through that. How did they get you to the hospital safely?” He questioned, unsure if Gansey had mentioned that or not. Once he realized that Sasha had been hurt, it had all been a blur to him. “Do you need anything? Can I get you something to eat, drink, fluff your pillow?” His attempt at an English accent made her laugh quietly before she winced, her side still kind of sore despite Cas managing to heal her up for the most part. “You’re cute,” she said with a bit of a sigh before reaching a hand up to take his as it tucked another strand of her hair behind her ear. “Mm, he gave me an edible cause I was in a lot of pain. I think? Pretty sure that’s what happened, anyway...” But the question about how she got to the hospital made her give him a weak shrug, closing her eyes for a moment as she sort of nuzzled her cheek against the back of his hand. Yes, she was maybe still kind of high from the edible, but it was helping her sleep and just keeping her in a good mood. Not particularly caring that Dean was a bit of a mess, she opened her eyes again part way to look at him. “I’m okay for now, but thank you. I’m just glad you’re here.” “Yes, and I think you might still be under the influence of said edible,” he stated with a warm smile, relieved that she was okay. What if Cas wasn’t here, though? Could she have potentially died? He hadn’t inquired as to the extent of her injuries. Not because he didn’t care, but because he was terrified to find out just how close a call her injuries had been. He knew it had to be pretty serious if she was so out of it that she had no idea how she went from the library to the hospital. Plus, if it were minor, she would have been able to tell him herself. He took her hand and lifted it to his face, letting his lips graze across her knuckles, pressing soft kisses to her hand. “I’m going to get cleaned up, I probably reek, and then I’ll be back, okay?” She probably was still under the influence of the edible, plus the pain meds that they’d given her at the hospital before Castiel had shown up. It was a nice mix of feeling both nothing and delightfully floaty. “Mmmhm, I feel good.” Then she giggled a little there. “I’ve never really done drugs before? So my tolerance is absolute rubbish.” There was a vague memory of being at the Library and then not, so she assumed it happened rather quickly, but she wasn’t entirely sure how. By the time that had happened, she’d been pretty out of it between the edible and the blood loss. “You don’t reek,” she replied quietly, another tired smile pulling at her lips as he kissed at the back of her hand. “But I’ll be here, I promise.” “For the record, drugs are bad, but I’ll allow it this one time,” he scolded her playfully, setting her hand back down. She wasn’t in pain anymore, and that was what mattered most. “You better be here when I get back, or I will have to hunt you down.” There was no way in hell he was letting her leave the bunker until the turkeys were gone. The only way turkeys would get inside was if someone opened the door for them, or they were portaled in by magic. He dropped his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before rising from the bed. “Five minutes, I promise.” He assured her as he grabbed some clean clothes from his dresser and exited the room, closing the door behind him. Just in case, he told Mrs. Butters to keep an eye on her and not to let her leave. Dean was pretty sure she wouldn’t, but it was better to be safe than sorry. As promised, he was quick with his shower and returned to the bedroom in sweats, a t-shirt, his dead man’s robe, and wet hair. “Sash?” “My handsome hunter hubby.” That sleepy smile was still on her lips but she felt better than she had earlier simply by his being there. At the kiss to her forehead, she closed her eyes again and breathed out a gentle sigh. She could have easily fallen asleep again, and though she didn’t really want to, not yet. But as soon as he was gone to take his shower, she felt herself doze back off into some sort of sleep, only stirring again when she heard her name. “Hmm? Told you I’d still be here,” she quipped softly before bringing a hand up slowly to cover her mouth as she yawned. Then she reached that same hand out to him, urging him to come back over to the bed. “Good, I like it when you do what I ask.” He smiled brightly and closed the door behind him, moving to hang up the robe on the back of his door. “Looks like I might have woken you up. Sorry about that,” he apologized as he moved to the other side of the bed. Dean tossed the covers back and climbed in under them, moving to get close to her. He reached out with his arm and pulled her in towards him, smiling lazily while he cradled her in his arms. “You can go back to sleep, it’s okay, I don’t mind.” He whispered and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. His fingers brushed through her hair and his hand moved to rest against her back. “I’ll just lay here with you.” Despite her tired demeanor, Sasha was still capable of giving him a small roll of her eyes at his remark about her doing what he asks. Though there was still a smile on her lips as she did it. “Yeah, yeah.” When she felt him climb into the bed beside her, she felt a quiet sigh of contentment escape her and she snuggled in against him when he pulled her close. She was quiet for a moment, allowing herself to get comfortable before tilting her chin enough to sweetly nuzzle her nose along the underside of his chin, smiling to herself. “Thank you for coming home and being here,” she murmured, eyes still half-lidded as she looked up at him. “I’m going to try and stay awake for a little bit so I can spend time with you though.” It felt good to lay there in bed and just be by her side. Dean found a great deal of comfort in having her next to him, and in general, he slept better when she was in bed with him. Still, he was wide awake and full of adrenaline, not nearly close enough to falling asleep. “You’re welcome,” he replied, deciding not to tell her that he had tried to stick out the rest of his shift. “You don’t really need to thank me, just try and stop getting hurt so much, okay?” He cocked his head slightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “As it is now, I’m hesitant to let you leave my sight. You just keep getting hurt when I’m not there to protect you. You need like, a protective bubble around you or something.” “I didn’t think the turkeys were going to end up all the way out at the library,” she murmured, breathing out a gentle sigh at the kiss to her forehead. “There were so many of them trying to get in and we’re just not equipped for a turkey invasion.” There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she said it though, because really, the idea of a bunch of book nerds trying to fight off turkeys should be hilarious to anyone. Except for when they cause the sort of wounds that make you almost bleed out, or at least make that a legitimate risk. Sasha relaxed a bit more and could feel sleep beginning to take over again, though she really just wanted to stay awake with him for a bit longer. “I just didn’t realize they were going to be so violent, so I guess note to self, don’t try and shoo turkeys away with chairs and brooms, hm?” The image of Sasha and a bunch of other nerds trying to fight an invasion of turkeys was definitely amusing, and Dean snorted in response. “If you can’t beat something, run like hell and hide until it’s safe to come out. That’s the simplest thing to do.” He couldn’t always be there to keep her safe and he wondered if maybe it would be good to teach her a few moves. He didn’t really like the idea of her fighting anything, but it would probably be wise to show her some defensive moves. Better safe than sorry, really. He could tell that she was fighting sleep and he began to draw random patterns against her back in a soothing motion, trying to urge her to fall asleep. “I’m just glad you’re safe, and that someone was able to get you out of there.” Look, bookworms just weren’t cut out for defensive measures against a whole hoard of wild animals that had murder on their minds. She did what she could with what she had available on short notice, but it clearly wasn’t enough and thankfully she was able to get taken to the hospital fairly quickly and healed by Cas. She was lucky, really. “Mm.” Sasha gave a tiny nod and felt her eyes drift shut again, feeling a heaviness settle over her as he drew along her back. “Me too,” she said, letting out another sleepy kind of sigh as she relaxed further in his embrace. He always made her feel safe, no matter what, even when they bickered about stupid things. “Love you, babe.. sorry I got hurt..,” she added, before snuggling in just a bit closer as she started to drift. He opened his mouth to speak and was met with the sound of silence. Dean laid there, completely still, resisting the urge to get out of the bed right then and there. “Yeah, sure, it’s not your fault,” he finally managed to whisper, though his voice was barely audible. She was high, she didn’t mean it. But, what if she did? He had always known that her feelings for him were stronger, but he hadn’t realized just how much. Dean cleared his throat, “get some rest, Sash, you need it. I’ll still be here when you wake up.” His voice was more even this time, but his body was a little tense. Loving him was bad, and he should have thought of that sooner, but he had been blinded by knowledge of his death. Technically, her getting hurt had absolutely nothing to do with him, but it was difficult to truly accept that. “Sweet dreams, babe,” he added softly, his gaze fixated on the ceiling above them. |