"Sammy! Sammy, I found her! Get over here!" Dean called out for his brother. Not long after hearing Dean's cry, Sammy found his older brother cradling the body of Y/N. Her hair was matted with blood coming from a wound sustained no-doubt from the demon they were hunting. The demon itself was nowhere to be found. Sam rushed to her side after searching for the demon, checking for anything else that could be wrong with her. Her abdomen was leaking blood, an obvious stab wound.
"We gotta get her to a hospital right now," Sammy said, pushing himself to his feet, waiting on Dean to get up and head to the car. Before they knew it, she was lying safely in the backseat in Dean's arm while Sammy drove as fast as the Impala would take them. In less than twenty minutes, they pulled into the emergency room, Dean jumping out before Sam pulled to a complete stop. It felt like they took Y/N to surgery in seconds, a nurse staying behind to ask a series of questions; a police officer would be here soon, no doubt about it.
Now it was a waiting game. Sam and Dean has no idea what in all was wrong with their best friend. It killed them being in the dark, especially when it was something as important as Y/N's life. This was worse than hell to Dean. They've known each other for so long and we're so close that Dean couldn't imagine a life without her. He tried to damn hard not to overreact and to calm down and slow everything down, but all he could do was run everything over and over in his mind to see what he missed. With their luck, this was bad, and Dean couldn't help but think about the worse case scenario.
Sam, however, was a wreck, too. Just not as bad, which was saying something. Sam was trying his best to find out how bad Y/N's injuries were and how much longer she would be in surgery. The answer he got wasn't acceptable to Dean.
"What the hell?! Tell us how she's doing! You gotta know something! How long is she gonna be in surgery? What happened to her? Is she gonna make it?" Dean yelled at the doctor, who was apparently a second-year resident doctor who didn't know what to tel the Winchester's. Dean was answered with a bunch of privacy bullshit, which couldn't possibly apply to them because they were like family. Inevitably, Dean came to the conclusion the doctor didn't have any answers and that didn't sit well with him in the slightest.
"Find me someone who can give me some damn answers or so help me God-" Sam interrupted, pulling Dean away from the doctor, apologizing a few times and asking for a real update. Hours passed before they finally got one.
The young resident was accompanied by a senior doctor who finally told the brothers something useful. "Y/N suffered two stab wounds to the abdomen that punctured a small part of her liver and a stab wound to the chest which resulted in a pneumothorax. We fixed these in surgery, but I'm afraid she's in a medically induced coma. Her scans do show a small bleed on the brain, but we think it will resolve itself in time. We're going to be watching her very closely. The good news is, she's young, she's alive. You can see her later."
Dean couldn't move. How could something like that have happened in such a small amount of time? Where was he when it happened? There were so many questions he had, but he had the answer to one of them, and it's that she is alive.
***
The recovery time for Y/N wasn't a short time. The doctors made it increasingly clear that her wound sites required constant care and there was a big risk for infection. Needless to say, she was stuck in the ICU for about three weeks until she woke up from her coma. The doctors couldn't exactly say when she was gonna wake up, so it was better that it didn't take as long as Dean thought it would have.
It was a couple of days before Y/N was talking in full sentences without confusion or stutters. Three weeks was a long time to be in a coma. Any amount of time in a coma was a long time to be in a coma, Dean thought. A couple of days turned into a few weeks until it was time for Y/N to go "home." The doctors made it abundantly clear the amount of therapy, wound care, and patience needed for Y/N yo get better. Needless to say, they had to stay close by. Y/N was too tired to move anywhere else that required a long drive and she knew— regardless of how much she hated it— she had to stay and would be out of the game a while.
So for a month or two, they stayed close at an old motel off the main highway. Sam would on a few hunts here and there because of suspicious activity, but they were always close by. Sometime Dean would accompany him, but my very often, no matter what Y/N said. But one week, when Dean did stay back and Sammy was on a hunt about three hours away and Y/N could finally move around good enough, you couldn't keep her still. The want for her to be on that hunt courses through her veins. More specifically, she wanted to kill the thing that made her so physically weak. Y/N was shocked that no one was looking for it lately, considering the damage it had done, but there was nothing she could do now— dean wouldn't let her.
As Y/N was pacing, Dean came back from picking up some groceries. He was adamant that she shouldn't be eating anything bad for her so that she could recover faster.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked, putting away the groceries in the refrigerator. Y/N looked over at him and rolled her eyes.
"I'm running a marathon, can't you tell?" She joked, pulling her hands on her hips. She walked over to him and propped herself carefully on the counter.
Dean scoffed, shooting a death look at her. The more she got better, the less snarky she became, if that was even possible. You couldn't say a word to her when she first coming out of it. "I'm not some fragile doll, y'know? I'm not incapable of walking. It's almost been-"
"2 months, I know. How could I forget?" Dean snapped, closing the refrigerator door a little too hard for Y/N's liking. She scoffed and stumped over to her jacket and slipped on her shoes. Once she was headed for the door, Dean called out to her, begging her in his own way not to go.
She wanted to stay right there, but she was too stubborn to admit that. Y/N kept walking until Dean was standing in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest. Y/N's eyes darkened as she mimicked his gesture. Despite how much they cared for each other, the two of them had been more hostile than anything else. Call it fear, call it anger, but they weren't the same after the accident. Dean kept her on a short leash, especially when Sam was gone, but Y/N wasn't having it by any means. There wasn't anything she hated more than to be talked down to and to be controlled by someone who thought they had the right.
Whenever Y/N first started to recover, Dean was right there for most of it, but then he started to change as soon as she could do for herself. He wanted to have one eye on her at all times, especially after everything that happened. But after she started to do more on her own, he backed off and become harsh and rough toward her. At first Y/N could take it. She knew how Dean could be. She took it until she couldn't anymore and then she started to treat him just as he treated her. Sam thought it was crazy and it drove him insane. Y/N and Sam got even closer after this happened, closer than she and dean had ever been. Sam didn't push her away, but instead he pulled her in, but not too much to where she was suffocating.
"What the hell is your problem, Dean? You keep picking a fight and spitting poison left and right! And then whenever I try and leave you alone, you come back. And for what? You wanna yell at me some more? You wanna tell me how stupid I was or how I've been nothing but an inconvenience?! Well guess what, you won't have to put up with me much longer. Say the word and I'm gone? The doc cleared me to leave next week. Say the damn word and I'm gone, Dean. Just say it!" Y/N screamed, inching closer and closer with each word. She gestured here and there from such anger and she could feel her face heating up and her throat closing up— and she didn't want that to happen.
"I don't want you to go, damn it! Don't you get it?! I don't want you to go. I thought you were gonna go two months ago. I thought you were gone for good. So I'm sorry if I can't just let it go that I almost had to let you go. It scared the hell out of me I've lost Sam before, okay. What the hell was I supposed to do if I lost you for good?" Dean said sternly, gesturing just as Y/N did.
Y/N bit her cheeks, anger pulsing through her. He made no sense. "So you choose to be an ass for the rest of your life? You can't say that you care and treat me like I'm nothing. You guys are supposed to be there for me. Sammy is, all you do is pick a fight constantly. It's useless even trying to talk to you anymore, Dean!"
"Oh yeah. Sammy this, Sammy that. I get it! You two are just the best of buds, cozying up, being all buddy buddy. I got it!"
Y/N tried to walk away, but Dean stopped her again, holding her arm a little too tight for her comfort. She snatched away. "Sammy cared! Sammy didn't treat me like shit! You're the one who walked away Dean. I didn't stop being your friend, you did. You left me! You left me. Things got hard, good and fine. You couldn't handle the heat and you left you. You may not have walked away, but you left me." By now, the tears were spilling over her cheeks and her anger was replaced by the sadness she felt when she lost her best friend.
"Because I was scared! If I lost someone that close to me, I wouldn't be able to take it. If I lost you, I would've died," Dean countered, walking Y/N back into a corner. She tried to look anywhere but his eyes.
"You lost me anyway. You lost me because you left me. You left Sammy to pick up the pieces," Y/N started, but she choked on her own tears. "You left me. The one thing you said you'd never do. You left me." Her voice was barely a whisper now.
Dean's eyes stung, but he pushed the feeling back. He didn't know when, but he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly to him. She fought him at first, punching his chest and shoving at him, but he didn't budge. "You left me," she said over and over. Dean stood there and took the blows, the realization of what he did really fell over him. After she calmed down, he gripped her shoulders and pulled back slightly to see her tear-soaked face.
"I'm sorry," Dean said, swiping his thumbs under her eyes to catch the tears.
"I know."
Dean places his hand on Y/N's cheek and she leaned into him, looking sheepishly into his eyes. There once was a time when they could speak to each other without saying a word.
"I'm not broken, y'know. These things happen on the job. It could've just as easily been you."
"I wish it did." Y/N shot her eyes to meet Dean's just to see him staring dead at her. "I wish it was me every day. It killed me to see you like that. It should've been me."
Y/N shook her head and placed a hand to his cheek. She had no idea he felt that way and honestly it made her feel a little guilty. The last thing she wanted was to hurt Dean, but she was hurting, too. "It shouldn't have been either of us, okay? It would've killed me if t was you. It shouldn't have been either of us."
Y/n pressed her forehead to Dean's and felt that, as time passed, they were okay again. Dean placed his hands on her hips and held her to him, ghosting over her scar. It's not that he hadn't seen it before, because he had multiple times, it just pained him.
"It's okay," she whispered.
Without thinking, Dean presses his lips to her's and a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. The day she woke up from her coma, this was all he wanted to do. Y/N's eyes grew wide and her body grew stiff before she melted into Dean. The more they kissed, the farther into their motel room they found themselves. Dean was reluctant, though. He didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had, so he pulled away.
"What?" Y/N said out of breath, resting her hands around his neck. "You won't hurt me, I swear."
Dean shook his head, looking at the ghost of her scars. Y/N saw what he was doing and proceeded to lift off her shirt, moving Dean's hand to the scar just over her hip. "I'm not fragile, Dean. Please? It's been too long since..." Y/N's words trailed off as she pressed herself against Dean. She could feel his growing erection against her hip as she felt herself getting more turned on.
Dean lowered her into the bed as he towered over Y/N. He pulled his shirt over his head and began to strip them both free of their clothes until Dean was left in his boxers and Y/N was in her bra and panties. His eyes grazed over his body and his hands followed where his eyes went. Dean planted kisses from her lips and followed until he reached the hem of her black laced underwear.
"Are you sure?" Dean asked, grazing over her hip with his hand. Y/N nodded and bit her lip.
"Please," she whispered. That's all Dean needed to hear. He gripped the hem of her underwear and pulled them off of her. He could see just how wet she really was. Dean moves his hands to her knees and spread her legs. Y/N arched her back slightly when the cold air met her skin and she moaned deeply when Dean ran his finger up and down her slit before delving two fingers inside her. He pumped his finger in and out, curving them slightly to hit her g-spot. Dean leaned forward and sloppily kissed Y/N while he added another finger. The more Y/N gasped, the faster Dean moved until she arched her back and clenched around his fingers.
Y/N pushed Dean back until he was against the wall. She placed a kiss on his lips while her other hand pressed against his cock. Dean groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back slightly to kiss her better. Y/N moaned into him as she pulled back and dropped to her knees and pulled his boxers off. She spit into her hand and rubbed the length of him; squeezing his top slightly. Dean grunted when she placed him in her mouth and began to suck him off. Her mouth moved at a rhythm that made Dean go crazy. He couldn't help but grab her hair and pull.
"Fuck!" Dean groaned.
Her moans vibrated against him, making Dean grow even closer to the edge. She could feel it, too. So she sucked a little harder and moved a little faster until she felt his warm cum on her mouth. Before she could even swallow, he had her on the bed.
Y/N laid with her chest flat on the bed with her ass up. Dean smacked her ass with one hand and fingered her with the other, his cock already rock hard again. He lined himself up with her and pushed in slowly. It had been a while since either of them were in this position with anyone.
Dean placed his hands on her sides and slowly thrusted into her so that she could adjust. Once she adjusted, she rocked back into him, telling him to go faster. The only thing that could be heard was the sounds they made. Dean's hand gripped so hard that he would be sure to leave bruises.
