Hit and Run
A/N: More firefighter Dean! Betaed by @muchamusedaboutnothing
EDIT: I updated this as of 3/6/20. Same story, a bit more detail. Hope y’all enjoy! 💗
Word count: 1652
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Spring had finally arrived. Your favorite time of the year. Everything turning green again, birds chirping, and the smell of fresh-cut grass.
Most importantly, it meant it was time to pamper your baby, your gorgeous, cobalt-blue, 1968 Mustang.
You spent all morning working on her: changing the oil, rotating the tires, washing, waxing, and polishing the rims. Once you finished, you decided to go for a drive.
You were enjoying the scenery along your favorite scenic highway and singing along with your favorite songs blaring on your stereo. You didn’t even see it coming. A car ran a stop sign, smashing into the driver’s side and sending your car into a spin. It stopped in the grass just beside the highway.
Pain. You weren’t sure if there was a part of your body that didn’t hurt. You tried to pry your eyes open, quickly deciding it was too difficult.
You heard someone nearby mutter, “Oh, god, what did I do?” The words were followed by quickly retreating footsteps and, finally, tires squealing as you succumbed to unconsciousness.
You were in and out of it for awhile, praying help would show up soon. You didn’t have any idea how much time had passed when suddenly someone spoke, ”If you can hear me, help is coming.”
After the faint sound of sirens, you were aware of several people talking around you. The next thing you knew the pain had dulled just a bit. You groaned, finally managing to peel open your eyes.
As you blinked trying to clear the blurriness, you heard, “There she is! Hey, sweetheart, can you tell me your name?” Everything came into focus and you saw a beautiful, green-eyed fireman outside your window.
“Y/N... W-what happened?”
“My name is Dean. You were in an accident. We’re gonna get you out of here,” he explained.
“Oh, no. My baby.” You began to panic.
“Okay, okay, take a deep breath for me,” he requested. You did as he asked. “‘Baby’? In the car with you?” he asked, glancing to the backseat seeing no evidence of a child.
“No, my car. She’s probably totaled,” you said, trying not to cry. She was your most prized possession.
Dean couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face thinking of his own classic car parked back at the station.
“Nah, you’re in worse shape than her,” he said, “So, how about we focus on you for right now?”
You tried to nod and realized your neck was immobilized.
“Whoa, try not to move,” said someone from your other side.
“That’s Sammy; he is a paramedic. He is gonna stay with you while we get this door open so we can get you out,” Dean explained.
“Mmkay,” you mumbled, letting your eyes drift closed.
“No, no, no, stay with me,” Sam said. You opened your eyes again. “Just let me know if anything they’re doing causes any pain, deal?”
“Deal,” you said, trying to smile. You cringed hearing the metal crunch, still worried about your car.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked, catching the motion.
“Yeah, it's just... I really love my car.”
“I know someone else like that. So I get it,” he said with a smile, glancing towards Dean.
The rush of firemen prying open the door caused a flurry of motion. Quickly and carefully, you were slid onto a backboard, and then placed on a stretcher.
A second paramedic appeared in your field of vision. His bright blue eyes helped distract you momentarily from the pain as he placed an oxygen mask over your face.
You noticed Dean by your side again. He was holding an IV bag. He gave you a reassuring smile as your eyes met his.
“BP is 104/62; she’s tachy 115,” you heard Sam announce. “I’m gonna start a second IV.”
“Okay, I’m going to splint this shoulder,” Cas said.
As he jostled your arm, you cried out in agony. Dean took your hand. “You’re okay. I know it hurts. Just breathe and squeeze as hard as you need to, sweetheart.”
You closed your eyes tightly and gripped his hand with all the strength you could muster.
“Sorry, I'm done. Let’s move,” said Cas.
As they started to load you into the ambulance, Sam tried to take the IV bags from Dean.
“I got it, man. She’s still got my hand. I’m coming either way,” said Dean.
“Perfect, let’s go,” urged Sam.
Sam and Cas were moving around, checking vitals, assessing injuries. It was all a blur; you tried to focus on Dean as best you could.
Suddenly, it got very difficult to breathe. It felt like someone was squeezing your chest. It was painful to simply inhale. You started to panic, squeezing Dean’s hand instantly.
“Cas...” Dean said.
“I know,” said Cas.
You felt the cold metal of a stethoscope on your skin. Everything was quiet for a few seconds, except for the wheezing sound as you tried to draw air in.
"Pneumothorax," Cas announced, which seemed to set things into motion.
“Here,” Sam said, handing something to Cas. He turned to you. “You’re going to feel a little pinch.”
You barely felt the needle pierce your chest. You heard a whoosh of air as you were immediately able to breathe easier. You took a few deep breaths, while maintaining your grip on Dean’s hand.
After a couple minutes, your grip finally started to loosen. You were so sleepy. You tried to stay awake as long as you could. Eventually, you couldn’t keep your eyes open anymore.
The last thing you heard was Dean pleading, “Stay awake, kiddo. Come on, open your eyes.”
~~~~
You heard beeping and felt a dull ache throughout your body. As you pried open your eyes, you quickly realized you were in a hospital room.
Flashes of memories hit you immediately. The metal crunching. The pain. Dean. Ambulance.
You started to hyperventilate. Moments later, there was a doctor and a nurse in the room.
“Just breathe. Slow, deep breaths. You’re okay,” the doctor tried to soothe.
After a few minutes, you managed to calm down.
“I’m glad you’re awake. You’ve been out a couple days,” he explained. “I’m Dr. Singer. This is Jo.”
“Days? Am I gonna be okay?”
“I think so. We can discuss everything later. For now, you need to rest. You’re gonna be stuck with us for awhile, but I think you’ll be just fine. Scale of 1-10, how’s your pain?” he asked.
“Uh, maybe about a three,” you said, trying to assess your various aches.
“Okay. Here’s this.” He set a cord with a button within easy reach. “Push the button if you need more pain relief. Get some rest. Push the nurse call button if you need anything and Jo will be right in.”
You easily fell asleep shortly after they left.
~~~~
Two weeks later, you were finally home recovering in your own bed.
One week after that, you were finally given the okay to drive again. The first place you wanted to go was to thank the guys that had rescued you.
You pulled up to the station and parked next to a gorgeous 1967 Chevy Impala.
You made your way inside. “Can I help you?” someone asked as they approached.
“Uh, I was in a hit-and-run accident a few weeks ago out on the highway...” you started, seeing realization cross his features.
“I remember. You probably don’t remember me; I’m Benny. Follow me,” he drawled.
Walking through the station, you could hear laughter carry through the hall. You entered a common room with tables, couches, and a TV.
“Hey, guys,” Benny said entering the room causing them to all turn.
“Y/N,” said Dean.
“Yeah, hey. I just wanted to come say thanks,” you said, smiling at Dean.
“We were just doing our jobs,” Cas told you.
“Still, I really appreciate it.”
Sam approached with his arms open in a question of a hug. You promptly accepted. “Did they find the person who hit you?” he asked, as you pulled away from him.
You shook your head. “Nope, not yet.”
“So, how are you?” Dean asked, taking a few steps towards you.
You chuckled. "Uh, I'm getting there. Let's see..." You counted on your fingers as you listed. "Dislocated shoulder, concussion, broken ribs, punctured lung, and newly spleenless. I start physical therapy for the shoulder later this week.”
“And you’re already up and around… Damn. Driving even?” Sam chimed in.
“Yeah, this is the first time actually. The rental car is awful,” you cringed, thinking of your car. “That’s a sexy Impala out front.”
“She’s mine,” Dean smirked. “You want a closer look?”
“Absolutely.” You were already moving towards the door.
“She likes his car,” you heard Benny whisper.
“Yup, he’s a goner,” said Sam.
You spent the next half hour checking out Dean’s car. You could tell how much he loved her as he explained, in detail, all the work he’d done. You wished you had the energy to stay and listen to every story he was willing to share.
“Normally, I could do this all day, but I’m exhausted,” you said.
“Of course. You want to come sit down inside?” Dean asked, clearly concerned.
“I’ll pass out on your couch. I think I’ll just head home,” you said.
“The couch is yours, if you want it.”
“I really appreciate it. Another time.” You winked.
“Alright, well, any chance you’d let me take you out when you’re up to it?” he asked.
“I would definitely love that. It might be a couple weeks, though, before I’m ready for a night out.”
“A movie night in is good, too. I could even grab take-out. Phone?” You handed it to him. “Thanks. Here is my number. Please, let me know when you get home.”
You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek as you took your phone back. “I will. Thank you so much. For everything.”
Part 2
