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[cowbelle8]

Ch. 17: Bambi

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: It’s the morning after the hunt, Dean appears to feel better than he actually is. The three pack their things and head back to the bunker.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 978

AN: God bless and happy reading :)

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(Reader)

It took quite the argument, but you finally convinced Sam to sleep in his own bed. You had trouble sleeping that night, you could’ve blamed it on the lumpy couch, but you’d be lying. You probably got up at minimum, four times last night to check on Dean and make sure he wasn’t bleeding and still breathing. On about your second trip to his bed that night, you removed the IV needle since the bag that was haphazardly strapped to the headboard was empty. You knew he would need more fluids, but it was all you had for now. On the third trip to his bed, you were met by Sam who was also checking on his brother. You gave him a smile, and shuffled your way back to the lump fest.

The next morning, you woke up feeling like a mule had kicked and then pranced all over you. How on Earth did Dean sleep on this? This realization caused you to think back with guilt on letting Dean take the couch that first night. You rolled over from facing the back of the couch towards the front and viewed the open room. Blinking through your hazy sleep state, Dean came into blurry view. When your vision finally cleared, you were amazed at the sight. Dean was sitting up against the headboard, he was still shirtless, his jeans just barely poking above the coves, you couldn’t help but trail your eyes up his torso, pausing at the gauze reaching up his side. This brought your gaze to his broad, muscular chest. The sunlight through the window caused his skin to glow a golden color. You were abruptly pulled from your admiration when you heard a “ah-hum.”

Your eyes shot up to his face where he was smiling back at you, and you turned what you assumed a shade of tomato. This elicited a slight chuckle from Dean then an immediate slight grimace at the tug on his stitches, but his smile returned when his hand went to his stitches.

“How’s the shoulder sleepy head?” he asked.

You racked your brain for a moment, “Shoulder?”

“Ya, yesterday was a test run for your shoulder. How does it feel today?”

Your brain was slowly starting to catch up to the conversation, “Shouldn’t I be asking how you are feeling?” You were standing at his bedside now.

“I asked first,” he smirked.

“If I tell you, will you tell me?” you asked crossing your arms at his cockiness.

That shit eating grin never left his face.

“Fine, my shoulder has a dull ache, but otherwise its great. Now a deal’s a deal.”

“What this,” he lifted his hand from his left side, looking down, “tis a scratch.”

You plopped on the bed facing him, “A scratch!? Dean, the vamp tried to check out your ribs by using your own machete as a letter opener. Plus, you lost a lot of blood. I bet if you tried to make your way to the bathroom you’d look like a new born giraffe.”

“I would not!” He said with mock offense written on his face.

“Ten bucks says otherwise.”

“Ten bucks for you, a kiss for me,” he bargained with annoying confidence.

You paused. Did he really just say that?

He smiled at your bewilderment, swinging his legs over the bed. You stood before he could, standing away far enough to give him room. He made it to full height, long enough to smile in triumph before his legs buckled. You half way caught him, half way helped him fall back onto the bed.

“Looks like I get ten bucks,” you smiled back at him in your own triumph.

“Ya, ya, ya, help me back into bed,” he nearly pouted.

You pulled the covers back some more to make room, and lifted his legs helping him rotate back to his headboard sitting position.

“Not that I haven’t enjoyed this eventful morning with you, but where’s Sam?” he asked.

As if on cue, Sam walked in with his hands full with bags of food.

“Hey, you guys hungry?” he asked, emphasizing his question by lifting the bags.

“Yeah, but we need to use Dean’s bed as the table. We already tried walking, and Bambi here didn’t even make it a step before falling.”

“Heeeyyyy, feelings, sweetheart. Feelings hurt,” he exclaimed with false pain.

You and Sam joined Dean at the bed and passed food around. In about twenty minutes, everyone was done eating and got to packing. Well, Sam and I got to packing; Dean practiced standing up. After the car was packed, Sam and I took both sides of Dean and loaded him into the back seat as well so he could lay down if he needed to.

It was late morning and an hour into the drive Dean finally passed out in the back seat, stretched out as much as his lanky body would allow. You let a giggle slip at the soft snores that floated up from the back.

Sam smirked at your enjoyment of his brother, “So are you going to stick around a little longer. I know I would like you to, and Dean, well I’m sure Dean would like you to as well.”

“I think I will. I’d like to help y’all out until Dean is back to tip top shape. I’m sure that cut is going to slow him down a bit, and it’s the least I could do for what y’all did for me.”

“You don’t need to pay us back, we would do it all over again in a heartbeat,” Sam said taking his eyes off the road long enough to make his point that he was serious.

“Well, same,” you smiled.

A comfortable silence fell on the trip, and before you knew it you fell asleep too.

Ch. 17: IVs and Sweet Dreams | Series Masterlist | KC’s Masterlist

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[cowbelle8]

Ch. 15: Trial Run

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: Dean finds another way to make the reader stay longer, and the trio looks into a new case.

Characters: Dean x Reader (Don’t worry it’ll happen), Sam

Word Count: 1500

AN: God bless and happy reading :)

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(Reader)

The next two days were, civil. Things felt awkward, and you felt you had overstayed your welcome. You decided it was time to pack things up and roll out. You would give your undying gratitude to the boys and make your way to the next job you could find. Starting with your weapons, you started throwing them in one duffle bag. Then, you set to start packing your clothes in the other duffel bag. You nearly jumped when you heard a knock on your open door.

“What’cha doing, tiger?” You heard Dean ask with some amusement and genuine curiosity.

“Packing things, I think it’s time I get out of y’alls hair,” I said not stopping what I was doing.

When you throw your bags on the bed you saw Dean nodding his brow scrunched head. Was he trying to hide something? After a moment of silence, I went back to packing my clothes, trying to hide my disappointment and frustration.

After a moment he looked back towards me, “Well, Sam and I found another case. Looks like a few vamps a state over. Figured you might like to fully test your shoulder out. Sort of like a trial run.”

I paused at stuffing the shirt in my bag and looked up at him. Your foul mood lighted a little at the thought.

“Well what are you waiting for?” I asked. “I’m already packed and ready,” you smirked.

He gave you a wide grin and left to pack his own bags. In about 20 minutes, the boys were hollering for you to head out.

It was early evening when we hit the highway, heading east towards Missouri. It was getting late in the night by time we made it to a rinky dink motel on the edge of town. It only had one room left, and it only had two beds. My nerves started getting the best of me at the scenarios of what the sleeping arrangements would come to be.

Dean opened the door to our room and walked straight to the couch on the back wall. “I’ll see you guys in the morning,” he said as he haphazardly flopped on the lumpy looking cushions. You were about to argue that you would take the couch when you heard him already start snoring softly.

Damn, I wish I could fall asleep that fast. You gave Sam an astonished look, and he only gave you a smirk and shrug. It wasn’t long before you and Sam were in PJ’s and your own beds.

Morning came to soon, it felt like you had only slept an hour. You rolled over to find the boys had already dressed in there fed suits and eating some breakfast.

“Morning, sleepy head,” Dean said enthusiastically through a mouthful of pancakes. Emptying his mouth with a gulp he added, “Better get ‘em while they’re hot!”

You rolled out of bed and produced a sleepy waddle over to the table. Looking to the clock on the wall you’re eyes bulged. “It’s only 6:30?! What’s the hell’s wrong with you guys?”

“Well Dean isn’t usually up this early. It’s actually a rarity,” Sam said in his own amused amazement.

Then you felt a little guilty. He was probably up early because he probably didn’t sleep long on that lumpy couch.

Within the hour, you and the boys were at the local morgue to check out the victim’s body. There was only one victim so far, that we or the city knew off, but what we saw was affirmative. The undeniably familiar bite mark on the vic’s neck and the lack of blood in her system, told us all we needed to know.

After a quick change at the motel, we set out to the last place the victim was found. A couple was hiking in the woods and stumbled across the vic’s body two days ago. We did a thorough look but couldn’t find any out of place tracks. The boys were ahead of me; I had slowed down to try and spot any detail that would give away at least a hint. That’s when I thought, no one looks up hardly ever.

The woods consisted of trees whose trunks were hardly bigger than a baseball bat, but there were a few large enough to support a person’s body weight. And sure enough, the tree nearest the sight of the body was something small waving off of a broken branch. Knowing I sucked at climbing trees, I called the boys over for a boost.

“Dean, Sam, over hear.” You had a stifle a laugh because they looked like a pair of dogs who synchronously perked up at the same time. You had come to notice their mimicking behavior they had from time to time and found it humorous and endearing at the same time. “One of you give me a boost?” you asked looking up towards your destination.

They gave you a curious look, then looked up to what you were previously staring at. Sam bent over and shaped his hands into a step. Placing your foot in his hands and balancing yourself on his shoulders, he lifted you up. You let go of his shoulders long enough to grab the nearest branch, and when you started pulling yourself up, Sam pushed on your dangling legs for some more oomph. Managing to stand on the first branch you still couldn’t really tell what was stuck on the broken branch. Climbing another branch up, you collected your evidence.

“Well?” Dean asked.

“It looks like a piece of someone’s shirt, like they got hung up and tore a piece off.”

You began your attempt to climb down, but when stepping on the branch below your foot slipped causing you to fall. You had a well shit thought run through your head as you fell backward but was surprised when the hard ground felt awfully soft under you. It wasn’t until you heard the “oof” under you that you realized it was someone you fell on, or rather someone who let you fall on them. Dean had managed to catch you, but the momentum of the fall caused him to go down with you. His arms remained around you for a moment longer than you thought necessary.

“You ok, sweetheart?” you heard below you.

Rolling off him, “I think the question is are you ok?”

“I will once my breath decides to come back,” he smirked in a little pain.

You got up, then helped him up too. Feeling oddly self-conscious all of a sudden you looked to the ground, “Thanks, Dean.”

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(Dean)

I wasn’t sure why she was so shy all of a sudden, and I wanted to lift her face so she would look at me, but I refrained myself.

“Don’t mention it, tiger, what’d you find up there.”

With a look like she had forgot the prior events, she eagerly dug into her pocket and produced a small patch of a shirt. It was blue and had what looked like darker lines.

Y/N spoke my thoughts before I could, “Looks like the attacker was wearing a blue plaid shirt, and my guess is he was waiting up there for any prey that might come across his path.”

Sam reminded us of his presence, “You know, we aren’t that far from the trail here. The vamp could have enticed someone off the trail somehow. Maybe calling out as if he were in pain, causing someone to come investigate and help.”

“Doesn’t sound too farfetched, Sammy.”

“Right, and our vic walks towards his call and before she knows it he launches at her from up there in the tree,” Y/N said, showing her agreement.

“Ok, so we most likely know how, but who? Not like we can just go asking around if someone saw a creepy guy, or girl hanging out up in the tree wearing a blue plaid shirt,” I pointed out.

We fell silent for a while, all of us considering our options for the next best plan of action.

Y/N spoke first, “We could always set up a trap.”

I both liked and didn’t like where this was going.

She paused, “I could be the bait.”

“Uh uh, no way, I know you are feeling better, but you haven’t really had to use that shoulder yet,” I began to rant.

“Well, what better way to find out if I’m 100% unless I jump back in. Besides, we only have one vic, a woman. We don’t know if this vamp has a preference, but we only have one body and if we can keep it that way, I’d say that’s a major win in my book. Would you rather chance it by sending you or Sam out and possibly not tickling the vamps fancy?”

She made a good point, but it didn’t mean I’d have to like it, “Fine, but if anything feels wrong, I’m pulling the plug. Got it?”

“Got it,” she smiled back at me.

Ch. 16: Keep Your Friends Close and Your Machetes Closer | Series Masterlist | KC’s Masterlist

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[cowbelle8]

Ch. 13: Caged Tiger

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: What do you expect to happen when a hunter is out of commision? They can’t just sit around!

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1146

AN: Sorry this one is a little shorter. God bless and happy reading :)

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(Dean)

It had been a few weeks now since we took Y/N in. I had to admit I liked, no loved, having her around. Shit. This girl fell into our lives, and I knew I cared for her more than I should. It was baffling, how easy I came to enjoy her company. The memories of our second meeting still haunted me. It haunted me how scared I was for her. Did that mean something? No, it couldn’t, and it shouldn’t.

I would help Y/N get back on her feet, so she could start hunting again. If anything, I was going to make sure she could take care of herself again. It was obvious she didn’t need any help when she was 100%. The thought of our first meeting now flashing through my memory. Boy did she know how to make a first impression. I was going to make sure she was that girl again.

On about the third week, I could tell she was going stir crazy with inactivity. She was able to lift small things with her left arm now, with a slight grimace that was.  I found her in her room one afternoon, just sitting on her bed fidgeting like a shook coke can.

She saw my presence in the door way, “Dean, I’m going to lose it if I don’t find something to do quick.”

“Come on ya goof, let’s better your right side.”

She gave me a confused look but followed me as I made my way down the hall. I led the way into our training room. Her face dropped in awe as we entered.

I played trainer with her for about a week. I had her lift weights with her good arm, eventually having her lift smaller weights with her bad. We worked on her controlling a knife on her right side, even tried bettering herself shooting right handed. I figured if she could at least hit paper, she might have a fighting chance if need be. However, I did not expect her to hit bull’s eye with her right hand considering her being left eye dominant. There’s that badass shining through.

On week four, a case had come up, and it couldn’t be ignored. I didn’t particularly want to leave Y/N behind, but I didn’t want her coming at the possibility of her getting hurt again. She was stronger, but not as strong as she needed to be. Convincing her to stay was not on my list of fun things to do.

After conversing with Sam about the case, I set to find Y/N. She was flipping through some books in the library, learning as much new lore as she could.

She didn’t seem to notice me until I sat at the table across from her.

“Oh, hey Dean, man y’all got some good stuff here!”

I gave her a small smile, deciding the best approach would be to get to the point.

“Y/N, Sam found a case. There’s a pack of werewolves a few states over, and unfortunately we are the closest hunters.”

Her face lit up, “Great, when do we leave?” She had started to stand up, and I grabbed her hand to try and keep her in her chair.

“Y/N, I want you to stay here.”

“You what?”

“I know you can handle yourself, but you aren’t at your full strength yet. I know you have gotten better with your right hand, but I’d feel better if you were good on your dominant side too. If you were to come along I’d be worrying about you and wouldn’t be focusing on the job like I should.”

She sat back down in her chair with a plop and a huff. Looking a bit defeated, I could see her arguing with herself.

“Let me at least come along to do research for y’all.”

“You can do that here where it’s safe, and you can keep working out and practicing with your left side.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but stopped, arguing with herself again.

“When will you be back?” she finally asked, sounding even more defeated.

“Hopefully, less than a week.”

She pondered this for a moment.

“Fine.”

Fine? Fine! That was it? Fine!? I half expected having to lock her in a room when we left.

I stood up and gave her a sad smile, “We’ll keep you posted, tiger.”

I left her in the library to start packing, I hated the sad look on her face. It’s only a week I told myself.

What was one week turned into two weeks. Finding the pack was harder than expected, the moon was not in our favor, only showing its full self on the second week. And the pack was larger than expected. We had to methodically pick them off slowly, instead of going in guns blazing.

I called Y/N nightly to check in with her. I would let her know how the hunt was going, and she would tell me her progress with her arm. She sounded bitter, breaking my heart in the process.

“We’ll be back tomorrow, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” she huffed, and after some silence hung up the phone.

The next day, Sam and I packed up our stuff and headed back to the bunker.

The trip seemed to take longer than I had remembered. The last thirty minutes seemed to drag on. I stepped on the gas, Baby sang back in response.

“In a hurry?” Sam chuckled at me.

“Shut up,” I snarled lowly, not taking my eyes off the road.

When we pulled into the garage, I noticed Y/N’s truck was gone. At the same time Sam and I gave each other a confused look.

When we walked into the bunker, I called out for her. “Y/N.” Silence. I walked in further, “Y/N!”

When there was no answer I felt my heart constrict. Had she left? I started making my way to the hall that our rooms were in, when Sam stopped me in my tracks.

“Dean! She left a note.”

I hurriedly made my way back to the library where he was. He was standing next to a table holding a small paper, a scowl on his face. I snatched the paper from him.

Hey boys,

I couldn’t sit around here for another second, I found a bar a town over a few days back. I’m gonna go check it out. If y’all get back in time, I’ll buy your first round.

-Y/N

I glared up out him from the paper, and he broke out in smug grin.

“Dude, you’re an ass,” I said with a verbal punch.

“I’m going to go change, meet ya at the car in five,” he said laughing at me.

Sam wasn’t dumb, he knew I had grown feelings for this girl, but I wasn’t ready to commit an affirmation or denial to this unspoken accusation.

Ch. 14: Bar Light, Bar Bright | Series Masterlist | KC’s Masterlist

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[cowbelle8]

Ch. 12: I’m Batman

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: Time for some recovery as well as some R&R for the gang. 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1500

AN: My goal is to make you laugh :)

God bless and happy reading!

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(Dean)

I found Sam in the kitchen, he had two sandwiches made when I entered.

“Should I make a third?” He asked reaching for the bread bag again.

“No, I think between the infection and the raging fever she had, she’ll be asleep for a while.”

Sam simply nodded as he twisted the bread bag shut, and made his way over with two plates with sandwiches. My plate was adorned with potato chips, his with veggies.

“I’ll take her some soup later,” I mumbled through a mouth full of sandwich.

It had been a rough morning, and I was glad it was over. If I was willing to admit it to myself, I was actually kind of excited Y/N was coming to stay with us for awhile. But,when I opened her driver door after we pulled over, it caused my heart to drop to my stomach. Now with a full belly, and my now calmed nerves, I felt quite tired. Looking across the table, I could see Sam looked just as tired as me. Looks like I wasn’t the only one Y/N was growing on.

“I’ll go check on Y/N, then I’m off for a nap,” I said as a stood from my chair.

“Sleep sounds amazing right now.”

I tried my best to not make a sound as I walked into her dark room. She didn’t look like she had moved much since I left her there. Here beautiful face was scrunched up as if she was having a bad dream. I took her hand back out from under the covers where I had previously placed it.

“Everything’s ok now, sweetheart. You’ll be better and kicking butt before you know it,” I said softly.

Her face slowly relaxed as a held her hand, running my thumb over the top of it. I couldn’t help but smile. I placed her hand back under the covers, and made sure she was warm enough, but not too warm. I’m sure she could go without another ice bath. Then, I made my way to my room down the hall. Kicking my boots off at the door, I shuffled my sock clad feet to the end of the bed and flopped face first onto it. My legs didn’t even make it all the way onto the bed before sleep took me under.

A few hours later I woke up with a grunt and a jolt. My shoulder and back were sore. What the heck? When my senses came to me, I realized my right arm was flopped behind me on my back, and my left leg was half way hanging off the bed. I must’ve been more tired than I had thought.

I sat up and shrugged my right shoulder, trying to get it and my arm to wake up. When all systems were back online, I made my first stop out of my room to Y/N’s room. The door had been open the way I had left it, and I walked in slowly and quietly. Y/N had shifted quite a bit this time. Her hair had fallen in her face, but she seemed peaceful this time. I reached down and carefully brushed the hair out of her face.

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(Reader)

You felt something soft brush on your face. It caused you to slowly surface back to consciousness. You let out a content moan as you stirred under the blanket over you.

“Hey there beautiful, you awake?”

“Dean?” you gave a sleepy croak.

“I’m right here,” he said as he brushed the last bit of hair out of your face.

“Where am I?” you asked slowly. You realished in how the bed felt, then you realized why. “Am I….. am I naked!” you were well awake now. “Why am I naked? Did you…,” you left the question unspoken.

He chuckled at you, “Don’t worry sweetheart, we didn’t see anything. We are at the bunker I was telling you about. You nearly made it all the way here before your fever took you over. I drove you the rest of the way, and me and Sam put you in an ice bath to bring your temperature down. I made sure you were covered before I took the rest of your clothes of tiger. Don’t worry, everything is still a mystery.”

He gave you the kindest smile you had ever seen. The light from the hallway giving you just enough light to see his eyes crinkle at the force of his smile. I wouldn’t mind seeing that face for the rest of my life...stop that! Don’t go down that road.

Your tummy gave a grumble that cut through the room. You looked at it, then back at him. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some grub around here?”

With a laugh, he helped you sit up, and you made sure not to give a free show and held the comforter to your chest.

“You might want some clothes, huh?” He smiled.

You gave a shy nod, and he left the room. He came back shortly with a pair of shorts and a robe.

“I haven’t had a chance to unload anything of either of ours. This ok?” He said holding up what he had gathered. “I figure shirts might still be a challenge for you.”

“Yes, thank you, I can get the shorts I think, but may need some help with the robe.”

He handed you the shorts and turned the light on as he closed the room’s door behind him. You slowly descended the bed, not sure how stable you were. It turned out you were better off than you thought, so you clumsily stepped into the elastic shorts, only needing the bed for support once. Once you had the shorts on, you sat back down on the bed and covered your front side.

“Ok Dean, I’m ready.”

He slowly opened the door, and when he saw you covered he walked in the rest of the way. He lifted up the robe, and closed his eyes, turning his head over his shoulder, “I won’t peak. Promise.”

Uh huh. You stuck your tongue out at him to see if he’d react. When he didn’t you slid off the bed and tucked your right arm into the robe sleeve. When he felt your arm slide in, he wrapped the robe the rest of the way around you, leaving your left arm huddled to your side. You turned around to face him holding the robe shut, “You can open your eyes now.”

When he did he gave me another smile. You wished he’d stop doing that. Those smiles were getting harder to not like so much. He reached down and tied the robe for you.

“Let’s get you some soup shall we?” He placed his hand on your lower back and guided you out of the room. You followed him down the hall, taking in your surroundings.

When we walked into a room that opened up to a high ceiling you couldn’t help but gasp. “This sure doesn’t look like a bunker.”

With a chuckle he responded, “Well I think of it more of as Batman’s Batcave…,” he stopped dead in his tracks and turned to face you with a serious look, “… and I’m Batman,” he hissed huskily.

You couldn’t help but giggle at that. He seemed pleased with your response and led you into a kitchen.

“How does chicken noodle sound?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you at the table.

You gave him a nod and a smile, and started gathering in your surroundings again. Soon later, he placed a steaming bowl in front of you. You wasted no time in eating it. You were a little clumsy with your right hand, causing him to giggle at your, but you didn’t mind. As the soup ran down your throat, it felt like healing powers followed it. Each ladle of the golden fluid made you feel better, stronger.

When you were done, Dean looked satisfied with your state of happiness.

“How bout a little R and R, movie?”

“I think that sounds great.”

He stood up and made his way out of the kitchen. You followed and stopped at the doorway.

“Dean,” he stopped and turned to face you, “I can’t thank you and Sam enough. No one has ever helped me out so much. I can’t put into words how grateful I am.”

He came back to the doorway, and gathered me in a careful hug around my shoulders, bringing You to his chest. You couldn’t help but become intoxicated with his sent.

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(Dean)

I held her in a hug for a few moments before I found words.

“You don’t need to thank me, sweetheart. You stay here as long as you need.”

I felt her lean into my hug, which caused my heart to flutter.

I couldn’t stop the thought before it ran across my mind. In fact, why don’t you stay longer than you need.

Ch. 13: Caged Tiger | Series Masterlist | KC’s Masterlist

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As much as I love it when Dean says this, my all time favorite “I’m Batman” would have to be from the Big Bang Theory! Cracks me up every time!

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Hello all, 

I’m back. I have updated my tag list with some new people. If you have shown interest in this series you were added. If you are on the list and do not want to be, let me know and I will remove your name. If you are not on the list and want to be, let me know and I’ll add ya. 

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God bless and happy reading :),

-KC

[cowbelle8]

Ch.11: You Like Scaring Me

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Previously: Dean, Sam, Y/N, and Officer Parker finally kill the cockroach looking monstrosities. Officer Parker gives them a head start before the fire department shows up to the burning warehouse, that now hides all evidence of the creatures. 

Summary: Dean feels it’s not time for him and Y/N to part ways, and emergency sets in.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1653

AN: God bless and happy reading

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The sound of the boys shuffling around the motel room woke you. You didn’t feel as rested this time, kind of sore even. You sat up with a groan, a result of your aching shoulder.

“Morning sweetheart,” Dean said cheerily as he stuffed some clothes into his duffel bag.

“Morning,” you grumbled lowly. You were in a terrible mood, and you weren’t sure why. It felt like it was due to more than a not so restful night of sleep.

You made your way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Your face clearly showed how you felt. Why did you feel like such a sourpuss? You just finished a job well done, for sure this time.

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(Dean)

I looked up from my duffle bag to the sound of the bathroom door opening, Y/N came out and she looked like grumpier than a cat that fell in a pool.

“You ok, Y/N?”

She continued to walk to her duffle bag on the floor, “Yeah I just don’t feel good,” she said as she picked up her duffle.

“You’re shoulder hurting?” I said with more concern than I intended.

She threw her bag on the bed, “Yeah, I just feel like crap all together.”

“The venom isn’t getting to you is it? Come here lets check it and clean it,” I sat on the bed and gestured her to sit next to me.

I started unwrapping the ace bandage, and slowly pulled the gauze back. The venom lines were hardly noticeable, but the wound looked like normal infection was setting in. It was angry red and had a little bit of pus forming.

“Goodness, darling,” my face scrunched at the sight. No wonder you don’t feel good. I got to working on cleaning the area around it gingerly. As I got the alcohol out, I paused, “I’m sorry sweetheart, this might hurt.”

As I poured the alcohol into the wounds she cried out. She reached for something to support her through the pain, her hand finding my knee. She squeezed harder when I gave the wounds one more shot of alcohol.

She was breathing a little hard when she looked back up at me, then she pulled her hand away when she saw what she had grabbed hold of.

“I’m sorry.”

I’m not.

She gave me a small smile in return. I went to working at wrapping her back up. It didn’t take long to have her all patched up again.

As she started packing her things, I felt my heart constrict in my chest. We were at that point in time where we normally parted ways when meeting new people, but I felt like I couldn’t let that happen. Something told me she needed to come with us.

When she had zipped her duffle bag up, indicating she was done packing, I spoke up.

“Hey Y/N, I was thinking, maybe you should come with us. You are going to be out of commission with your shoulder like that, and I’m sure you’ll need help taking care of your wounds. I can’t imagine that it would be easy cleaning and patching that one handed. You could stay with us as long as you need.”

She stood quite for a good while. She must have been thinking things through, weighing her options. My heart stood still. Why was I so afraid of what her answer might be?

“I’d really appreciate that. I hate to admit, I’m not sure how I could manage on my own at the moment.”

I tried my best to hide my smile, but a little smirk ran past my lips.

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(Reader)

You started to throw your things into your truck, and couldn’t help notice that you were suddenly feeling better than you were before. Your body still felt like crap, but your spirits felt lifted. Crap. I don’t need to be this happy following these Winchesters. I can’t be getting attached.

Sam looked over at me after slamming the car’s trunk shut. “Ready to go?”

“I think so.”

“You going to be able to drive?” Dean asked making his way to the car to throw his duffle in the backset.

“I think I can manage,” you smirked.

“Alright, it’s about a five hour drive. Follow us?”

“Right behind ya,” you said as you got yourself settled in the driver seat. The truck roared to life, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. That sound would never get old.

You followed close behind the Winchesters’ car as Dean lead you onto the highway.

Every hour that passed you started to physically feel worse. You wear clammy, and sweating profusely. Your vision started to blur around hour four. You had to pull over, and you needed to quick before you wrecked. Honking at the Impala in front of you, you merged into the right hand lane. Dean had slowed the car down to be behind you and followed you onto the shoulder of the highway as you came to a clumsy stop. You slumped forward, you stomach was doing somersaults, and not the good kind. In an attempt to ground yourself to something you laid your head on the steering wheel.

The driver door flew open within moments, “Y/N what’s…,” he stopped at the sight of you.

You rolled your forehead on the steering wheel to look at him. “I don’t feel so well,” you croaked.

Dean jumped into action.

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(Dean)

“Sammy!” I yelled gruffly back to the car.

He was out in a hurry and running our way. “What’s going on?”

I had her out on her feet, then she started to slump towards the ground. I swooped her up under the knees and headed for the truck’s passenger side.

“Get the door, Sammy!”

Sam propped the door open and I lifted her inside. Panic and determination were mixed within me. I was so close to getting her home.

“I’ll drive her truck the rest of the way, you take the car.”

Once back on the highway, we gunned it ninty the rest of the way home.

Within thirty minutes, we pulled both vehicles in the garage.

“Stay with me sweetheart,” I said lowly as I jumped out of her truck. Sam beat me to the other side, passenger door already open. “Jeez Sammy, she's burning up,” I said after feeling her forehead. “Go run a cold bath! I’ll meet you there with her.”

Sam was gone in an instant, I reached for her sweaty form, her head was bobbing as she was coming in and out of consciousness. “Keep your eyes open, tiger! You’re strong!”

I scooped her up to my chest, and ran towards the bathroom.

Her eyes had shut, “Y/N, you gotta keep those beautiful Y/E/C eyes open for me.”

I bent down to place her in the cold bath. She shot awake to the submerge and temperature and started fighting me.

“Easy sweetheart, we got to get your temperature down,” I cooed, trying to hold her in place.

Sam came up next to me and kneeled down, thermometer in hand. He managed to get it in her mouth.

“Dean, we need to get her temperature down quicker, she’s at 103!”

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” I said jumping up.

I ran to the kitchen and threw the freezer door open. Yanking out the ice bin, I started grabbing whatever frozen food I could get my hands on quickly, and piled it into the ice bin too. Soon, I was running back to the bathroom.

I threw the frozen contents into the bath, causing Y/N to  jump at the intrusion in the water. “Hold on, sweetheart. You can’t leave me now.”

After five minutes, Sam tried the thermometer again. “101,” he informed me.

“Good, just five more minutes sweetheart, then we’ll get you somewhere warm and dry,” I said to her now shivering form. I hated seeing her like this.

Five more minutes passed, and Sam checked her temperature again, “99.”

I reached down, “Alright sweetheart, just as a I promised.” I pulled her out of the tub and made my way out of the bathroom. “Let’s find you a warm bed.”

She clung to me like her life depended on it. Sam was ahead of us and opened an empty room’s door. I sat her in a chair and carefully pulled her boots, jeans, and shirt off. Her shivering had picked up its pace. I picked her up again, and placed her on the bed that Sam had already turned the covers down on. Pulling the blanket back over her, I reached under and clumsily unhooked her bra, and pulled her panties off.

“Sorry, tiger, but all wet clothes have to go.”

I had Sam hold her up slightly, making sure to keep the blanket just under her ace bandage, and began to take her wet bandages off. Sam helped me clean the wounds again, and this time we only put gauze on them. Her shivering had slowed, but every few seconds a wave of them would return.

I sat with her till her shivering stopped, and her eyes had grown heavy. “I’ll sit here with you till you fall asleep,” I comforted her.

After seeing things were under control, Sam made his exit. She looked me in the eye for a good while, like she was contemplating something. Then, her hand slipped out from under the covers. I gave her a smile, and scooted closer to her bed with my chair.

“I’m right here sweetheart, you are safe with us, you’re safe with me.” I took her hand in both of mine. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

I could visibly see her relax. She never took her eyes off me, until sleep won her over.

“You just like scaring me don’t you,” I said as I leaned over to kiss her hand.

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Ch. 10: It’s Personal

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: It’s time to finish the job. 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1606

Warnings: Candid violence. 

God bless and happy reading :)

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Slowly coming to consciousness, you felt so warm and relaxed laying there on you right side. You squeezed your arms and pulled the fabric in your hands closer to your face. With a deep sigh of contentment, you got a whiff of something that smelt so dang good. It wasn’t food. What was it? Opening your eyes to investigate, you pulled the fabric from your face in a hurry. It was a shirt, but not your shirt. You slowly sat up feeling groggy and confused.

“Morning, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled out.

You looked at the shirt that now laid across the bed from you.

Dean seeing your face scrunch in your confused state explained, “Yeah, you latched on and put up a little fight, so I let ya keep it.”

You started to comprehend the information, then embarrassment washed over you.

“Oh, uh sorry,” you said hurriedly as he watched you with an amused look on his face.

You threw the covers off you legs and began to stand up. Dean jumped up, but when you felt steady quicker this time you waved him off.

“I think I’ve got it today, Dean. Thanks though.”

He sat back down, and you thought you may have seen a little disappointed on his face that you didn’t need his help. Before you could confirm that, his facial expression turned into a smile. You made it to the bathroom and started getting yourself cleaned up for the day. You really needed a shower, but you didn’t think it was a good idea to get the wounds wet just yet. With a sigh, you straightened yourself up the best you could. When you walked back out both boys had their eyes on you.

“What?”

“Nothing, we just want to make sure you are ok. It looks like the venom is wearing off,” Dean offered.

You went to join them at the table they were sitting at. Sam slid a bag of breakfast burritos and a cup of coffee your way. You pulled out the contents and stared at the wrapper and condiments.

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(Dean)

She looked defeated staring at the burrito. I could tell she was not enjoying her helpless state.

“Allow me,” I said as I started to unwrap her burrito, “one or two packets of picante?” I asked as I started to unwrap her burrito.  

“One,” she answered softly with some discontent.

“Don’t worry about it, tiger, I’m sure you’ll be good as new in no time,” I said hoping to cheer her up some.

She simply nodded and took her burrito in one hand. After she finished eating, Sammy started telling her the game plan.

“We figured since cockroaches can live at least a week without a head, that maybe they could still repopulate within that week. Or, at least these things could. Who knows. Since these insects are apparently bigger, they might live longer than that. So, we decided silver bullets to slow down, behead, then burn everything. It sounded like beheading took them out of commission longer, but they must recover enough to repopulate sometime after that. If they were burnt to ash there wouldn’t be anything else for them to repopulate with.”  

She seemed to mull it over and said, “I’m going with you.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but knew it wouldn’t get me far. This time it was personal for her. “On one condition. You stay behind me at all times.”

She gave me a nod, and called Officer Parker on my phone to tell him to meet us at the warehouse in an hour.

It was a little bit colder today than the past few days, so I helped Y/N put on her coat. She couldn’t move her shoulder enough to put the sleeve on her left arm so we make shift tied the coat shut. I attached a sheathed machete to her left hip so she could draw it with her right hand. I knew a gun wasn’t going to work since she told me she was left eye dominant and had not tried shooting right handed. I didn’t want her dominant side throwing off her right side in shooting. But, I didn’t want her walking in there naked and no chance at all to fight the monsters off.

Within an hour, we had met up with Officer Parker, and were all ready to walk in and finish this.

I turned to Y/N and with all seriousness in my face I told her, “Hang on to my belt so I know where you are at all times. I don’t want them to have the chance to attack you again.” With a glance at her shoulder, “You are obviously strong enough for a double dose of venom,” I looked back to her face,” but I don’t want to chance a triple dose.”

Something flashed across her face but I couldn’t read it. She gave me a nod and grabbed my belt when I turned around to head for the building. We made a triangle formation, me on point, Y/N on my back, and Sam and Officer Parker on each side of her.

We stalked our way up to the door and paused at the entrance. I gave Sam nod and he opened the door quietly. I went first with Y/N trailing me, then Officer Parker, and Sam at the rear. Once inside, we fanned out to our triangular formation again. I led us deeper and deeper into the warehouse. Where were the bastards were hiding? I wasn’t even totally sure what to expect. My tension was growing, and I didn’t like the way this was playing out.

With a hard jerk on my belt, I was pulled back a step, and a half second later one of the monsters fell in front of me from the ceiling. I shot it in what appeared to be its head, and before I could get my machete out, it’s head was already rolling on the floor. Y/N stood to my right, breathing heavy with a dark look in her eyes.

“Behind me, tiger,” I said softly, pulling her by her waist towards my back again. She sheathed her machete and grabbed onto my belt again. It wasn’t long before the door from the other room started flooding with these ugly beasts. One large blob of an insect at a time, they crawled from all sides of the door frame. All three of us opened fire, and when they slowed down enough we beheaded every last one. Y/N wasn’t kidding. Theses things were the size of a man… a freakishly tall man.

When the beheading was done, we stood there for a moment trying to catch our breaths. Sammy left to go get the gas can, and after a moment I felt the hand on my belt start to shake. I reached behind me and gently grabbed Y/N’s wrist. Having to tug a little so she would let go, I pulled her in front of me and wrapped her in a hug.

“It’s ok sweetheart, it’s nearly over.”

She pressed herself to my chest, and I tried soothing her by rubbing my hand up and down her back.

When Sam returned we started dowsing the pile of insects. I pulled my lighter out of my pocket, lit it, and stretched my arm out to Y/N for her to take it.

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(Reader)

I stared at the flame for a moment, then grabbed the lighter. I let out a deep breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, and with shaky hands I tossed the lighter on to the gas soaked creatures. They went up in flames in an instant, the fire hungry for the gas fumes. We stood there and watched for a moment, smoke filling the room.

“Come on, sweetheart, it’s over. Let’s go.” Dean said softly to me as he put his hand on my lower back.

I let him lead me out of the building and back to the car. We all watched the flames from a distance, making sure nothing survived and ran out. When the flames had started venturing from the building, Dean pulled his phone out.

“Yes I’d like to report a fire on Red Oak Drive. Yes, my name is...” He hung up before saying a name.

Officer Parker came up to me, “Y/N, I wish I could say it was good seeing ya again, but since that’s only been when there's trouble...,” he chuckled.

“It was good seeing ya too, ya old coot,” I fired back with a smile.

“Well, y’all better get out of here before the fire department or any of the other police show up.”

I gave him a small hug and made my way to the boys’ car. I climbed in, suddenly feeling drained of all that had happened.

Dean drove us back to the motel, and I dragged myself into the room when we arrived.

“You can have my bed again, Sam’s going to take the couch tonight,” Dean said making his way for the opposite bed.

“I’ve been in your bed this whole time?” you said with some surprise in your voice.

He gave me a smirk, “What can I say, I have a soft spot for badass girls.”

You smiled and blushed a little at that, and started to get ready for bed with a little bit of help from Dean. It wasn’t long before lights were out, and you heard the light snoring from the couch and the other bed.

“Good night Sam, good night Dean,” you whispered and drifted off to sleep yourself.

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Ch. 8: M.I.B.

Series: Accidents Don’t Just Happen Accidentally

Summary: Ready to learn the monster??

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1127

Warnings: None

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(Dean)

After helping Y/N to the bathroom, I waited on the other side of the closed door for her signal that she was ready for me to assist her back to the bed. I swear she must’ve fallen asleep before I had her completely lain on the bed. I chuckled as I tucked her in again and made sure she was comfortable before I joined Sam at the table where he was lost in thought.

“What ya thinking man?” I asked, obviously pulling him out of his thoughts.

“I just can’t figure out what we are dealing with. The only clues we have is slime, and well, Y/N’s weird infected wounds.”

“We can probably get more information when she wakes up. I think she needs to sleep the infection off.” Chuckling again, “She fell asleep before she was even halfway in the bed.”

The news of this caused a warm smile from my brother.

After a few hours of looking things up on the laptops, I heard a thump, then another thump, then a scream. I jumped up out of my chair and ran around the dividing wall to where the beds were. Y/N was scrunched into a ball on the bed, pointing at something. On the floor were her boots, apparently the only weaponry she could find, and a roach was running around them towards the bed.

When she saw me she started yelling, “KILL IT! KILL IT!”

“Wha-”, I ran to catch up to the zig zagging bug and stepped on it with an audible crunch.

When I looked up from my handy work, Y/N looked white as a ghost and wide-eyed. I quickly went to sit on the bed next to her, grabbing her hand. This was not the girl I remembered from a few nights ago. That girl would not be this bothered by a mere bug.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, killer. It’s just a bug.”

She looked at me with glaring eyes, tears threatening to fall, “It is not just a bug, it was one of them. A spy.”

Oh gosh, the infection was making her delirious. “What are you talking about, sweetheart? It’s just a cockroach,” I said gently trying to calm her down.

She angrily pulled her hand out of mine, “I am not crazy!”

I turned around, seeing Sammy had found his way to the comotion. He gave me a concerned look, my face matching his. After our silent conversation, I turned back to Y/N.

“Y/N, can you tell us what you were hunting? What happened?”

She sighed, then leaned back from her knees, opening up her ball position. That’s when I saw she had taken her bandages off exposing her wounds.

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(Reader)

You looked at you open wounds, then at the men looking at you with concern.

“About a month ago, me and Officer Parker….. Oh gosh! Rob!” You said wide eyed.

“Who’s Rob?” Sam asked walking further into the room, his curiosity obviously peaking.

“We have to go find him, he went with me on the last hunt and I couldn’t find him when I left!” You said this all the while trying to jump out of the bed.

“Eeeaaasy, Y/N,” Dean said gently as he pushed you back down on the bed. “You are still woozy from your infection. Go ahead and tell us the rest and then we will make a plan to find Officer Parker.”

You gave an unsure nod, “Like I said about a month ago I found this case, and eventually had to team up with Officer Parker. These giant…,” you trailed off, then shuddered.

“It’s ok, tiger,” Dean said taking you hand in his again.

Why was this man being so kind to you? You knew you sounded bat shit crazy to them.

“They were giant roach looking things. I had never seen anything like it before. They stand as tall as a man.” You paused trying to give the boys the best image you could think of. “Have you ever seen Men in Black?”

They both nodded yes, realization of what you were about to say seeped into their faces.

“They look like a smaller version of that giant roach thing at the end of the first movie.” You paused again, this time letting what you had told them sink in. “There were only four the last time I was here in Winchester. We shot them with everything I could think off. Silver seems to slow them down. Then we cut the heads off. I thought that took care of it, but Officer Parker texted me not long after I saw you guys. There has to be at least twenty in that warehouse now.”

Dean gave you a reassuring squeeze and stood up from the bed and looked towards his brother. “Sounds like we need to go look for Officer Parker first.”

“Good idea,” you said then started to try to get out of bed again, “I’m coming with.”

Dean was by your side before your knees gave out from under you.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

You blushed at the nickname. It was starting to grow on you.

“Like hell I’m not going with y’all.”

He couldn’t help but snicker. “I was afraid you would say that. I suppose we should bring you along so you don’t leave on your own and get hurt, or worse. But we need to patch you back up. It appears the roaches are attracted to your open wound, or whatever that infection is.”

You followed his eyes and looked at your wounds better this time, having recently been interrupted in your investigation of them by the roach. The green spidering lines radiating from the wounds caused you some worry. That must be why you were so woosy. They had injected some sort of… venom in you.

Dean patched you back up, Ace bandage and all. You couldn’t believe how gentle he was with you. His fingers were as soft as angels feathers. You caught yourself admiring his eyes when he wasn’t looking directly at you. Come on, Y/N, knock it off.

After you were patched up and dressed, Dean helped you to the car. You slid into the back seat and he helped you buckle up. It was about evening now so you all had a few hours to look for Officer Parker before dark. Once all settled in, Dean turned the car back onto the main road to head back to the warehouse.

Before you knew it, you were staring at Dean’s eyes through the rear-view mirror, only looking away when he glanced at you through the mirror himself. You knew you were in trouble then. In more ways than one.

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