Better Together- Part 4
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had trouble articulating my thoughts. I’m so excited to share part 5 and 6 with you later this weekend! Stay tuned! Please send me some feedback!! Thanks for all the support and love I’ve been getting! Tags still open.
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 1029
Y/N arrived at the entrance of the hospital where Sam and Dean were waiting for Y/N.
“Hey Y/N, the asshole of a doctor doesn’t want to let us see the bodies,” Dean said.
“So I have been told, I’ve spoken to him before so I’m sure I can get him to cooperate,” Y/N responded.
They all went inside, and took the elevator down to the morgue where she was greeted by Dr. Goldstein.
“Dr. Montgomery! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?” He said smiling very widely at her. Dean quickly took notice and his jaw immediately tightened at the sight.
“Well these two agent’s supervisor just called me and told me he was having trouble seeing the reports for these victim’s. I wouldn’t ask, but the FBI has been pushing me,” she says lying out of her teeth.
“Oh, of course. I apologize, just being a stickler for the protocol is all. But I have complete trust in you Dr. Montgomery.”
“Dr. Goldstein, what did I tell you, it’s Y/N to you,” she smiles at him.
“Right Y/N,” he then proceeded to show and explain the cause of death. Dr. Goldstein thought it was some weird case of animal attacks and natural causes. No consistent cause of death caused Sam to make a mental note that it could not be vamps or werewolves.
“Alright, well it was good seeing you again Dr. Goldstein. Thank you for your time,” Sam says politely.
“No problem, anything for Dr. Montgomery,” he shakes Y/N’s hand, “I actually was wondering if you would like to go out sometime. You know outside of the hospitals cafeteria.”
“I would love to,” she responds turning to leave and notices Dean scowling in Dr. Goldstein’s direction.
The boys and Y/N got to their cars and headed to her house in order to get some lunch. When they reached the house Y/N made the boys some sandwiches as they sat together and chatted about the case.
“After talking to the family’s there is one thing that they all have in common, they had recently gotten out of a relationship, and get this,” Sam said, “none of them ended well. Apparently all the victims cheated on the girls they were dating.”
“So what are you thinking?” Y/N asked.
“It’s a witch.” Dean said.
“How can you be so sure?” Y/N asked.
“I noticed this,” Dean said as he pulled a hex bag out of the pocket of his tuxedo pocket.
“And you just decided to share this information with us now,” Y/N said, while Sam shot Dean a bitch face.
“I didn’t think you were really interested. You and Dr. Goldstein were too busy making googly eyes at each other,” Dean huffed as he excused himself from the table and went to the kitchen to put his dishes in the sink.
“What was that about?” Y/N asked Sam.
“I don’t know. It’s been a while since he’s been in that mood. Don’t worry about it though. I’m gonna look for some leads and then gank this witch,” Sam replied.
Y/N carried on with some research of her own, replying to some e-mails from local hospitals. Sam and Dean had tracked down the witch and were going after her. She couldn’t help but feel this sense of longing. Sam and Dean were going to leave soon, and then she would be on her own again. Not that she had minded for the longest time, she was accustomed to the loneliness. Sam and Dean being there brought back those great feelings of having someone to go home to.
Sam and Dean eventually arrived back to Y/N’s house where she was there still doing research and listening to her records.
“What are you still doing up? It’s late,” Sam said, with a concerned look on his face.
“I know, but I couldn’t sleep knowing you guys were out there. Knowing you guys could be in danger and I’m just here,” Y/N says as she took a look at Dean. He had cuts all over his face and a black eye. “Dean, what happened?”
“He decided to play hero and the bitch threw him around like a ragdoll,” Sam said.
“Let me get my first aid kit and help you.”
“I’m going to bed, I’m beat. Don’t stay up too late to help this dumbass,” Sam said as he went upstairs, leaving Dean and Y/N there.
Y/N was dabbing Dean’s forehead with a cotton swab of hydrogen peroxide, they were sitting in comfortable silence. Until Y/N broke the silence.
“You know you could have gotten yourself killed.”
“Save it Y/N, I’ve heard it all before, you weren’t even there to know the danger Sam was in,” he said avoiding eye contact with her.
“Stay still, I’m trying to disinfect the cut. You’re lucky you don’t need stitches,” Y/N says as she puts a bandage over the cut. Dean remained quiet for several moments trying to get his thoughts together.
“Thank you,” he said barely audible, “for everything.”
Y/N took off her gloves and responded “It’s not a problem.”
“You could be on a date with that doctor friend of yours, but instead you’re here cleaning my sorry ass up,” he said apologetically.
“What is your interest with me and Dr. Goldstein, I’m not actually going to go out with him. Even if I was, why do you care? You and Sam are just going to leave soon anyways,” Y/N said, this time it was her avoiding eye contact.
“Nothing, I’m going to get some shut eye. See you upstairs,” and soon he left.
Y/N headed upstairs after she cleaned up the bandages and put her first aid kit away.
Dean was still awake when Y/N entered. He was propped up against the headboard reading one of the books that was on the night stand next to him.
“I don’t think Molecular Virology and Detection would be something you’re interested in,” Y/N said.
“Yeah, I was just trying to fall asleep and this was right there,” he said setting it back down. Y/N got into bed next to him and shut off the lamp.