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“Two double bacon cheeseburgers and one large quake shake” The waitress set your orders in front of the three of you and you smiled in anticipation. You passed the stale salad onto Sam who sat beside you and the tomato sauce to Dean. You picked up the beauty in your hands and took a gigantic bite into the chewy juicy burger. You moaned at the sudden bursts of flavours in your mouth and Sam rolled his eyes at your what he’d like to call ‘destructive meal’.
“Anyways so get this, apparently something is haunting this building down in Iowa every year this week. Five people have gone missing and it’s only Thursday.” Sam tapped away on his keyboard and you saw Dean simply stare at his burger in disgust. He sighed and pushed the plate aside while groaned in discomfort.
“Hey Dean, you okay?” He lifted his hand up while the other clutched his stomach tightly. His eyes squeezed shut and his breathing now rapid. You looked over to Sam and he simply shrugged ordering some water.Mere moments later Dean looked up from his pained expression and smiled warily.
“That was interesting. Pack this up for me? Gonna hit the little boys room, be right back.” Dean got up and you notified your waitress to pack Dean’s untouched burger.
“So any links between the 5 victims?” You asked with your mouth full. Sam pushed his laptop over to face you and you scanned the police report of the supposedly missing individuals.
“Nothing really, except they’re all 24” You gulped loudly enough for Sam to hear. You turned 24 just a couple of months ago and you didn’t want to be ghost food. Sam smirked sadly yet determined. The waitress returned with Deans packed burger and you smiled thankfully.
“Dont worry you’re skilled enough and we’ll be there. So how about we go check it out tonight? It says here they all went missing at around 4:00am and they disappeared on the same floor… the 5th “ You burped loudly and Sam pushed you playfully. Except the memory of Dean crouching over in pain flashed through your brain. Suddenly you began to worry noticing it had been quite a while since he was in the bathroom. You fished out your phone and dialed Losechester #1, you suddenly heard the familiar tone of Dean’s dirty guitar play from behind you and you saw a pale looking Dean.
“Woah, man. You all good?” Sam asked worried for his brothers well being.
“Yeah i’m okay. Catch me up, what’s going on?” You passed Dean your bottle of water and he accepted it thankfully. You noticed how he was sweating and you were in a completely cold environment. You leaned over to touch his forehead and your hand burnt at the sudden impact.
“Buy me dinner first, Y/N” You rolled your eyes and his snarky statement.
“That would’ve been funny if you weren’t burning up from a fucking fever! Dean you’re sick, you’re sitting this one out!” You folded your arms, deciding what would be best for him. You often wondered how bind his judgement could be as he barely recognised your feelings for him. The way you look at him or when he can’t tie his tie you volunteer immediately. Sam was the first one to find out, even before you. He caught you smiling at Dean’s rare roar of laughter and he saw the pure love in your eyes yet you didn’t believe him when he said the same thing about Dean. You didn’t believe Dean had feelings for you, he promised he would never be involved in a romantic relationship in this life so why were you different? You saw Dean slightly smile before gently touching your arm.
“Y/N…I’ll be fine. So catch me up” You felt the electricity within his touch and you sighed in defeat knowing he only had to say your name to win you over.
“Fine, ghost hunt, people who went missing all 24 and at 4:00 am.” You saw Dean’s ears perk up at the mention of the age and you raised an eyebrow at his behaviour.
“B-but Y/N’s 24.” You noticed Sam had finished and you slid out of your booth putting your leather jacket back on.
“Nice going Sherlock. It’s all good, I got you boys to look out for me” You smiled and you walked out the door hearing the little ding above your head as you exited. You looked back seeing Sam and Dean argue in a hush tone and you rolled your eyes. You opened baby’s unlocked door and slid into the backseat and buckled your seat belt while Dean threw a couple of bills on the table. He picked up his parcel and walked outside until he crouched over in pain yet again.
“Dammit” You were about to open the door until he held his hand up stopping you from getting out. Sam patted his brothers back in comfort and Dean exhaled in comfort. You sighed when you saw he was okay but then again you felt as if something was wrong yet you couldn’t put your finger on it.
The brothers got into the car and Dean shook his head, somehow believing that would shake the pain away. The engine ignited and the rooted rumble roared from the beast of the car as radio played a well suited song. You put the windows down enjoying the spring breeze accommodating the scenery, Sam’s hair flowing with the wind elegantly as well as yours yet you couldn’t help but trail your eyes to the older winchester. His grip on the steering wheel became so tight that his knuckles were now white. You saw the glistening sun causing his eyes to squint and his jaw tensed in what seemed to be discomfort. You were on a empty road passing by some bush until Dean abruptly pulled the car over and ran out.
“What the fuck? Dean?” He ran around the car to the trees and emptied all contents of his stomach. You unbuckled your belt and walked over to the hunched over brother. Sam followed your trail and you soothed Dean’s back by rubbing it back and forth as he heaved into the grass.
“There’s some water and tissues in the back seat, grab it please?” You asked Sam who retrieved your untouched bottle. You gently tapped his back in comfort and you saw he stopped heaving. Sam came back with the water and tissues which Dean accepted thankfully.
“Well I feel much better” You raised your hand to his forehead feeling the cold sweat surrounding his burning forehead.
“Yeah right. You look like shit. Come on, there should be a motel not too far from here. Lets go” Before Dean could argue you took of your jacket and rolled it into a ball throwing it beside the door so Dean could use it as a pillow. He sighed and walked to the car throwing the bottle inside but stopped when he was beside the door.
“Only if you sit back with me” You smiled and nodded at his request. Sam closed the passenger side and jumped into the driver’s seat while Dean sat beside you. Sam put the Impala back onto the free road and you put down all the windows and saw Dean became slightly drowsy.
“C’mere” You extended your arms and Dean lowered his head on your lap as he shifted finding comfort. Your right hand went to his hair and you played with it while your left hand rested on his shoulder. This is what confused you, the constant touching, the indirect flirting you didn’t know what to think of it. Dean’s hand accidentally brushed against your stomach passing your belly ring and he opened his eyes in shock.
“What the?” He lifted your shirt seeing your piercing and he looked back up at you for an explanation.
“What? I was 18, shut up” He smirked and laid his head back down still facing your stomach. You noticed Dean fell asleep quite after some time and you kept raking your fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Sam coughed which caught your attention and he smirked at you through the rear-view mirror.
“Not a word, Sam” you snarked while you continued to watch Dean’s relaxed face while he slept.
“Hey Sam, pass me a beer?” You asked in a hushed voice while Dean snored on one of the motel beds. You flung your legs on top of the table while you read through some police files.
“Yeh sure. So this guy, James Riley. You think it’s him?” Sam passed you the frosty beverage along with the opener.
“Fits the puzzle.” You took a swig of your beer before setting it back onto the unstable motel table. “I mean 40 year old guy gets killed on the 5th floor and says here” You read further into the police report. “neighbours heard gunshots at around 4:00 am.”
“Just one. Deceased though, a guy named Todd Barker, get this he was 24 at the time of the murder. Except he died before authorities arrested him.” You handed the file over to Sam.
“Did it say where he was buried?” Sam asked while he observed the file.
“Cremated.. But apparently he was a building sweetheart since there’s a shrine made for him on the floor and a bunch of his crap there.”
“Alright and the good part is they’ve gotten everyone out of the building thinking it was some mass murder hiding in in there.” You scoffed.
“Police are dumb” You yawned and rubbed your eyes. “So we go in, gank the dick and find survivors?”
“Sounds good to me, what time is it?” Sam asked as you lifted your wrist up showing it was 3:04am.
“Little over 3. So do we leave Dean a note or sh- No need, I’m up” Dean’s groggy voice interrupted your sentence.
“Dean I think you should rest up. You don’t look too well” He dismissed your concern by swinging his legs over his bed and wiping his sleep away.
“I’m good so where’s the building?” You rolled your eyes knowing you can’t persuade that block head so you drank the rest of your beer while Sam filled his brother in.
“Sweet we leave in 10” Dean stated and he quickly rose from his bed only to fall back onto it. He held his head in his hands and he groaned in discomfort.
“Dean? you okay?” He lifted his head and smiled at you putting you somewhat at ease.
“I’m okay. Load up in 10.” He ordered before heading to the dingy bathroom. You dropped your legs and whispered a ‘yes sir’.
You walked into the lobby of the empty building passing and dodging every single cobweb and rat. With each step a cloud of dust formed beneath the three of you and you looked over to Dean who seemed to be drowned in sweat.
“Dean!” You whispered catching his attention, you formed an ‘OK’ sign with you fingers and he nodded in response. Sam was no in front of you while you and Dean walked side by side. Your flashlight was now at eye level and you noticed the power was out.
“Fucking great we gotta go up the freaking stairs” Sam began to jog and you followed his trail. You only heard yours and Sam’s footsteps so you turned around seeing Dean holding onto the rail for support.
“Sam keep going” You whispered and ran down to Dean. He was clutching his stomach and slowly grunting.
“What the fuck is going on? are you pregnant?” You pushed away his jacket and lifted his shirt seeing nothing. Dean kept rapidly breathing until his breath steadied.
“Look just please go sit in the car. I’m freaking out okay so just go wait outside?” You asked him. Your arm stayed on his chest and he huffed tapping it lightly.
“I’m okay” You dropped your hand and he ran up the stairs after Sam.
“These boys are going to give me a damn heart attack.” You walked up following his sloppy steps. You checked your gun making sure all salt rounds were in there and before you know it you neared the fifth floor where Sam was waiting.
“Hey you guys good?” Dean was slightly breathless and he nodded in response.
“Yeah, all good” Sam opened the door and you checked your watch seeing it was 3:50 am. As soon as you stepped into the hallway you felt the cold air crawl up your spine.
“Not a good sign” You sung while you walked down the halls. Even though you tried concentrating on the mission your train of focus kept going to Dean and you worried about what he wasn’t telling you. You neared the corner and saw an orange light glowing down the hallway.
“Sam, Dean” You hushed and walk towards the light noticing it was the shrine.
“Guys I’ve fou-” You were cut off by the ghost of James Riley swinging you across the room. You hit your head on the wall across the corridor and you groaned at the unexpected blow.
“Mother fucker” Sam and Dean heard your crash and came running to your aid. The fading ghost of James appeared in front of you and you shot straight through him with your gun.
“Y/N” Dean called out and he rushed over to you before he was flung backwards. You saw Dean hit another wall and him passing out completely.
“SAM THE SHRINE” You called out as you furiously crawled over to Dean’s unconscious body. You looked up seeing James hover over Dean with pure fury in his eyes, you aimed your gun straight between his eyes and pulled the trigger.
“DEAN?” You were now at Dean’s side and you held his head between your hands. You gently slapped his face trying to awaken him yet he wouldn’t budge. You noticed his temperature was high yet again and you cursed under your breath, knowing he should’ve waited in the car. You looked up to Sam who was dowsing the shrine in kerosine and James now behind him.
“SAMMY DUCK” The hunter obeyed your request and you shot your last salt round at James. Sam quickly pulled out his matches and lit the shrine on fire. Behind you, James burned up into excruciating flames while he cried out desperately. Instinctively you covered Dean and soon enough the sprinklers began to turn on.
“Fucking hell, c’mon we need to get Dean to a hospital. Something’s wrong” Sam picked up his drenched brother with ease and you ran down the stairs carefully, nearing baby. He threw you his gun which you accepted and threw it in the trunk.
“Dean? C’mon buddy wake up” Sam chanted as he put his big brother in the backseat. You jumped in with him and held his wet head in your damp hands. You felt his temperature rise to an extremely high rate and the concern for your green eyed hunter bubbled.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Deans heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open though he immediately regretted it due to the blaring white light. He opened them once more, letting his eyes adjust to the room and his eyes slowly roamed around noticing he was in a hospital. He couldn’t have mistaken it as the medical scent was all too familiar.
Dean’s head slowly moved to the right seeing your calm head resting on top of his bed while your hands interlocked. Dean smiled at the innocent gestures occurring within you two though he wished he could have more of you, maybe all of you.
Dean moved his body to the right regretting it immediately as a sharp white hot pain jolted within his being. He wheezed in pain which caused you to wake up almost instantly. Your eyes wide open noticing Dean was awake.
“Oh my fucking jesus christ on roller skates… DEAN! WHAT THE FUCK YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEARTATTACK” You raised your voice and you saw the smug look on his face.
“Aw you were worried about me” You scoffed at his masculine mask he puts on when he’s in obvious pain.
“Dickhead. Wait let me turn up your morphine thing” You moved to the other side of the bed pressing the + button hoping it would soon take over.
“Are you okay? you really scared me” Dean saw the sincerity in your eyes and deep in his heart he felt bad for worrying you.
“Yeah I’m okay… i feel a bit better. What happened?Did you find any survivors?” He asked while he slightly adjusted from his seat. Dean lifted up his sheets seeing a patch covering where the pain in his stomach was occurring.
“Well you passed out when dick Riley flung you across the damn room and your temperature was hotter than hell. So we brought you here and Sam went back looking around the building and he said he found the last girl only. Also the doctor said you had appendididtsictis” You mumbled the last word unaware of how to pronounce.
“W-what?” Dean chuckled and on cue his doctor walked in. You smiled at his friendly face and Dean realised how attractive he was. Dirty blonde hair, bright blue eyes and obviously he went to the gym.
“It’s appendicitis, Y/N. How many times do we have to go through that?” He playfully mentioned showing his perfect bright white teeth. Dean saw you tuck your hair behind your ears, a trait you got when you were nervous.
“I’m sorry Dr. Matt. It’s such a stupid word” You remarked as you aimed your attention back at Dean who seemed to be glaring at the doctor.
“Words can be stupid? I have much to learn from you, Y/N” He threw you a quick wink and Dean’s jaw clenched in pure jealousy. He coughed obnoxiously catching everyone’s attention and he smiled irritatingly.
“Ah sorry Mr Davidson. So would you like to describe the pain that you’re feeling from 1-10, 10 being highest?”
“3” Dean replied nonchalantly.
“Alrighty then. I’ll come back in an hour then, and Y/N think about my offer and tell me later. Rest up, Mr Davidson” With that the doctor left and you rolled your eyes at his shameless flirting.
“What offer?” You sat down next to Dean and you pulled out the card the good doctor gave you.
“Coffee tomorrow.” You yawned from the lack of rest. Dean crumpled up the card without a word and threw it at the bin beside him, you laughed at his jealous behaviour and he avoided your stare.
“What?” He asked innocently.
“Ah… nothing. I’m too tired for this” You said as you jumped into his bed, carefully of the fresh new wound. Dean pulled you into his other side and rested his chin on top of your head. Within seconds Dean noticed your arms limp around him and your breathing had become soft and smoothe.
“ABOUT FUCKING TIME” Sam walked in with three cups of coffee in his large hand, Dean shushed him suddenly and he raised his hand in surrender. He set the cups on the table and he whispered to Dean.
“Can I please go tell Dr. Pretty eyes the date’s off? I hate that guy” Dean nodded his head enthusiastically and Sam marched off to do your dirty work.Though Dean looked down at you hoping that one day he’d be able to ask you out for coffee yet as of now, innocence was alright.