Dean comes in drunk one night and injured you, Sam comes back and finds you, tending to your wounds and punishing his brother.

After a particularly long hunt you decide to bake a pie to loosen everybody's nerves a little. Dean left to go to a bar almost an hour ago and Sam left to go to the store and other little places around the town.

You and Sam have been dating for almost 3 years now, hunting together and what not. You wait at the bunker's kitchen table for the pie to finish, when the timer goes off you rush in to get the pie out, but you don't notice the door opening and closing. When you reach in the oven, somebody behind you grabs your waist, making you jump and hit your head on the top of the oven knocking you out cold in the still on oven.

~~When Sam comes home~~

Sam walks in and finds Dean passed out almost right in front of the door, drunk off his ass, when the smell of burning food hits him and he rushes into the kitchen and sees you.

"Oh my god! (y/n), what happened?" Sam says, before seeing that you're unconscious. He picks you up and carries you to the bathroom, running cold water over your now burnt forearms, all the way from your wrist to your elbows had been laying on the oven rack for almost half an hour.

Sam runs into the kitchen and gets what ice there is and a bag of salt, and puts it in the bath water, leaving a little ice to put on your head where a big welt is starting to form. After about ten minutes, Sam takes you out and wraps you in a towel before wrapping both of your third degree burnt arms.

After putting you down on the bed you both share in some fresh dry cloths, Sam goes to deal with Dean, hoping he'll know how you got burnt.

"Dean wake up." Sam says nudging Dean on the ground with his foot. "(y/n) is hurt." He says rolling Dean over on his back.

"How did that happen?" Dean grumbles covering his eyes with his arm.

"I was hoping you would tell me." Sam says crossing his arms at his brother.

"I don't know man." Dean says sitting up against the wall. "How bad is it?" Dean looks up at Sam who's giving him a very good bitch-face.

"It's very bad burns up and down her arms." Sam says, pausing before continuing. "How drunk were you last night?" He asks, considering the possibilities.

"Honestly, I don't even remember coming in here." Dean says shrugging his shoulders. "I could call Cas down here." He says looking at Sam with a worried look.

"Yea you do that Dean, I'll be with (y/n)." Sam says walking off to wait for you to wake up.

It was almost an hour later, and Castiel hadn't shown up, when you woke up. When you go to sit up the muscles in your arms can't hardly hold you up, so Sam has to help you sit up.

"Hey, (y/n)." Sam says, looking at you with his big brown eyes full of worry. "What happened to you." He says, gently taking your hands in his.

You tell him how Dean came up behind you and scared you, making you hit your head. You emphasized how it was an accident, hoping that Sam would believe you and not kill Dean.

The next few days are spent with Sam glaring daggers at Dean when he goes near you or any alcohol. Cas eventually got back with Dean and said he couldn't leave heaven, or he would heal you so you had to sit through the healing process.

For a few weeks you couldn't rest your arms on anything and had to have Sam help you with simple every day things. You couldn't hunt with them, or change your cloths, or even take showers on your own.

One day you forgot about the burns and went to reach for your phone, only to have shots of pain rush through your arms and then not even be able to pick up your phone.

When everything had healed enough to function, you were glad, you had very much missed being able to use your arms.

~~ :D *wink wink, nudge nudge* Little bit suggestive in the last little bit ~~