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Sam set me on the edge of the bed, sitting down beside me, while Dean walked into the bathroom. He came out seconds later with a wash cloth and a small ice bucket filled with water. Sam moved my head so I was looking at him instead of staring at the floor like I was doing. 

"We're just gonna clean your wounds and then patch you up, okay?" 

I nodded. 

"In order for us to do that, you need to take off your shirt. Is it okay if I just cut it off so you don't have to raise your arms and upset your shoulder? I have shirts you can borrow." 

I nodded again. It was only practical that they would need the shirt out of the way to get to the wounds. 

"Yeah, it's okay, go ahead." 

He pulled out a small pocket knife and cut the side of the shirt, then proceeded to remove it. 

Dean grabbed a chair and set it in front of me, getting to work at removing most of the blood. I turned so he could reach both my side and shoulder. I winced just about every time the towel touched the gash on my side and the stab wound in the back of my shoulder. 

Somewhere in the process, Sam had grabbed my hand rubbing circles on the back with his thumb. It was a lot more calming than you'd think. 

I didn't feel like I was going to pass out anymore. 

I kinda just stared off into to space, but when Dean got up and came back with a needle and thread I tensed up, making my injuries hurt more. 

Sam was quick to ask me what was wrong. 

"Y-you're not gonna stitch me up? Are-are you?" 

Dean looked up at me with an 'are you kidding me?' face. 

"We kinda have to. Unless you wanna, you know, bleed to death." 

"Dean!" Sam hissed, lightly hitting his brother. 

"What?!" 

"Be nice." 

He then turned to me a worried look on his face. 

"Rose, are you okay?" 

I eyed the needle wearily. Dean was currently cleaning it. 

Yeah, that looked totally safe. 

Not! 

"Rose, are you afraid of needles?'' 

Sam asked the question softly studying the frightened look on my face. 

I nodded and gulped. 

I know I kinda just got stabbed, but that wasn't a choice and it was sudden. 

I looked back to Sam, knowing he was probably going to laugh, but he just looked at me calmly, calming me down in the process. 

"Everything's gonna be okay. It's not as bad as it looks. Dean's done this plenty of times, he knows how to do it. He's done it to me more times than I can count and I perfectly fine!" 

I looked at Dean, trusting Sam, but wanting confirmation from Dean. 

His face went soft when he saw how terrified I actually was. He nodded. 

"Yeah. I've done this a lot and I promise it won't hurt very much. It will be nothing to getting stabbed. Plus, it has to be done." 

I looked to Sam again before looking at Dean again as well before nodding. Dean started and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to imagine myself anywhere, but here, but flinched when I felt that needle pierce my arm. 

Once again, Sam's hand found its way to my chin and forced me to look at him. 

"Just look at me. Focus on me and only me. Listen to me and do what I tell you to. That's all you need to worry about." 

I looked at him and tried to focus, but I could still feel that needles piercing my skin over and over again. 

"Okay. Good. Now, take a death breath, relax." 

I did as told. 

It was easy and calming to just listen to his voice and follow. No thoughts involved. 

"Good, good. Now, try again. Focus." 

I stared into his beautiful hazel eyes. I admired his long brown hair. I trailed my eyes along his defined jaw line and marveled at the stubble lining it. 

I had always hated facial hair, but it looked so incredible on him. 

Finally, I looked back into his eyes and saw him looking straight back at me. 

The needle, and Dean for that matter, was forgotten. They were the farthest thing from my mind. 

Without warning, I felt Sam's lips lightly land on my own. They were warm and soft as they slowly moved against mine. 

I have a feeling that he would be more aggressive when he kisses, but considering Dean is in the middle of stitching me up? 

Yeah, bad idea. 

His hand had been on my chin this entire time, but it moved up to lightly grip my hair. His other hand set on my waist, his thumb slowly moving back and forth across the bare skin there. 

When we pulled away, Dean was leaning back, now finished with his stitching. 

Sam got up and rummaged through a bag, handing me a large shirt that I slipped on. Dean quickly wrapped my broken ankle. He had a smirk on his face as he cleaned up the mess. 

"That's one hell of a way to distract her Sammy." 

I blushed and Sam was about to retort, but Dean spoke again. 

"Well, I know it's like one in the morning, but I'm gonna get us some food." 

With that, he walked out of the door and I heard the car roar to life before driving off. I turned to Sam curious. 

"That's a beautiful car by the way. What is it?" He chuckled. 

"You should tell Dean that, it's his baby. It's a '67 Chevy Impala." 

"Nice." 

It was silent for a moment before I got serious. I turned away from Sam, looking at the door. 

"Sam. What happened? Alex... he...-" 

My words were cut off before I could get the sentence out. 

"He was a shapeshifter." 

I stood up turning to Sam. 

"My boyfriend's a ... what?" 

"Well, technically, that wasn't him. It was a shapeshifter. They take the form of whoever they want and kill the person they change into. Dean and I hunt them, as well as ghosts, vampires, werewolves, and more. Basically, all of the creatures you were told that didn't exist, exist and we kill them." 

I stood up, slightly upsetting the stitches, and started to pace around the room. 

Sam stood up and put both of his hands on my arms, effectively stopping me from pacing. 

"Relax, Rose. I know it's a lot to take in, but you need to relax. Why don't you lay down and get some rest?" 

His hands moved up and down against my arms slowly, making goosebumps appear. 

I nodded. 

I was really tired. 

I had quite the day. 

Sam went back to his bag handing me a pair of pajama pants this time. I walked into the bathroom and changed into it quickly. I thanked Sam before climbing into one of the beds. I slipped underneath the covers and Sam turned out the lights. 

I was already falling asleep when Sam came over to the bed. 

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. 

"Sweet dreams, Rose." 

Then, I was out.

To Be Continued...

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