Noise complaints dean x reader

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Title: Bleeding out

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hello, Could I, if possible, a Dean xReader? Where R has a wound & doesn’t feel that well, but dean is way too stressed with other things to notice and kind of gets angry with the R and at some point he notice a small amount of Blood on their bed (The blood is from R’s skin scratching.Does that makes sense?) and then some crying and fluff at the end? Though only if possible!

You knew him better than the back of your hand, and you could read him even more easily. You didn’t to look him in the eyes, you didn’t need him to say a word for you to understand. You didn’t need any of it. His body language was enough.

His back was tense and hands in fists, muscles barely shifting because of how stiff he remained, to the point you could actually recount with precision the few moves – most of which were twitches and flinching – they had made in all the hours it had taken to get out of the warehouse, back in the car and shortly afterwards in the bunker. You didn’t need to look at his face to know what kind of expression he had on. But even more you didn’t need to look at his face because you knew you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t take it and you wouldn’t be able to. Not only because you feared how you might break on the inside when you saw the expression on his face too, his pain always ended up hurting you the most, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hide such pain. But also because you didn’t need to add any more to it than necessary.

He didn’t need you to add to his worries, not when it was in your opinion something so insignificant compared to what had just happened. He would carry the burden of those kids dying on his shoulders, just like he did every time he lost someone, with him for months if not forever. You couldn’t bring yourself to add more to that guilt by making him also feel responsible you had gotten injured. It wasn’t that bad, you had taken worse, but Dean loved you that much that while blaming himself for it he would make a big deal out of it.

By choosing to linger back, you were sparing the both of you the extra pain.

It was easier after all to keep some distance, to walk right behind him and look out for him but not necessarily be in his line of vision. Knowing that he’d let you take a shower first, mostly because he wanted to spend some time on his own in absolute silence, you took advantage to clean up yourself but also your wound and patch it up as well as you could on your own. So by the time he was done, you were well in bed though very far away from falling asleep, but at least good enough at convincing anyone that you were.

You were both very still for a couple seconds, even with your back turned to him you could feel that his body was still incredibly stiff. You wanted to reach out to him but didn’t know if it was alright yet, if it would ever be to bring up that topic, and that made you once more restless. You only couldn’t afford to keep shifting and turning anymore because Dean was there.

It was in that state that you felt the feather-like touch on your shoulder as his fingers hesitantly and delicately brushed over the fabric of your T-shirt. Slowly but surely you felt him hold onto your shoulder, giving a soft squeeze before a pair of lips was pressed on the back of your head.

“Sweetheart?” his voice was low, barely above a whisper, and hoarse for other reasons and not only because it had been out of use for some couple of hours now.

Though you had barely paid attention to said other reason.

“I suppose you could just as well be asleep. ’S ok, you need it. You deserve it. I-” he let out a small breath and it came out so shakily it made your heart squeeze inside your chest a bit painfully too “I just wanted… I’m sorry, honey. I’m really sorry, that’s all. I love you.”

Slowly you brought your hand up to his on your shoulder and linked your fingers with his. Carefully you turned on your other side to face him, completely ignoring the pain that surge through your body when your weight rested on your wound. You knew you shouldn’t have but it would hurt much worse to leave him hanging like this.

“I love you too.” you whispered, trying to keep up a small smile despite the vulnerable look on his face that made you want to cry “But you don’t have to apologize for a single thing. It was a tough hunt for all of us.”

His free hand reached up to cup your cheek as he held your gaze for a couple more seconds “I do. I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, hell if you even deserved it in the first place. I know it was me, all on me, and I only took my anger out on you. That kid-” he choked up “I could have saved it and I wasn’t good enough to do even that, so I lashed out on the first person that was there. I shouldn’t have, especially not when I know it hurt you just as much to see that. So I- I am sorry about that.”

And then there was that, but you had barely given it a second thought.

“Honey-” you tried to shift closer but it was probably the wrong decision when you felt the bandages move and a sharp pull on your wound intense enough to make holding back the wince very hard “I mean it. There is nothing to apologize for. Honestly, I didn’t even remember it to begin with! I know you and I understand… Don’t apologize for something there is no need to.”

“I don’t deserve you.” he whispered again, as if this small confession was somewhat of a secret that needed to stay between the two of you and only you “Gosh, how did I get this lucky?”

His thumb rubbed over your cheeks and for a few seconds you found yourself closing your eyes. Not because you were sleepy but because you were actually exhausted and the bloodloss had not exactly helped in letting you keep a clear mind. Using up all your strength to press to the wound, to clean it up and function properly without Dean noticing a thing; or fake it in other words. You opened your eyes again when you felt his forehead rest against yours.

“Lucky I was drunk when you asked me out, no doubt.” you teased, but your voice and eyes held a soft and adoring tone that even the small smile he managed was enough to make your heart swell “Let’s just… Let’s just go to sleep, love. Turn the light off, everything should be better in the morning.”

Your smile was as real as it could get, which wasn’t to say much, but you forced it as much as you could for him. You heard him hum before feeling the press of lips against yours in a chaste kiss, not having realized when your eyes closed again, but then your hazy mind could barely comprehend many things the past couple hours.

“I hope you’re right. Maybe we should-” he started speaking but soon his words were cut off abruptly and his entire body went stiff all over again, making you miss it all again. Miss the way he seemed to breathe more softly and calmly, miss the way his hands didn’t shake against your skin, miss the way his body seemed to melt against yours, missed the way his shoulders were no longer as rigid but instead eager to envelope you and keep you warm.

“What the hell?” Dean’s voice was gruff, nearly coming out in a growl but you could detect no anger. Instead, given the way his voice shook and the way his entire body trembled, you could hear very clearly the crack in it and determine the worry- no, the actual fear that laced his every word.

“(Y/n), what’s- What is this?” he pulled away almost in horror, all the while a groan left your lips when you tried to get up in a rush “What happened?”

“Honey, please, relax. There is nothi-”

“Relax? Are you kidding me? This is blood! You’re-” he looked away from his fingers which were stained with a little bit of blood, much like the bed and much like your T-shirt at the moment which he took notice of when he looked at you “Son of a bitch you’re bleeding! You’ve been hurt!”

“N-No, Dean, i-it’s fine. I’m-” your knees shook, unexpectedly and dangerously so, when you tried to get up and with one hand pressed to your side, you tried to reach for anything to hold yourself in place with the free one “I’m a-alright, I-” you knew you didn’t sound convincing, not with how you swayed, and you cursed yourself for how you let your weakness show, but you had no other choice “I will just have to reapply the bandages. I didn’t seem to realize that maybe it needed stitching too. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Reapply? Are you serious? Damn it (Y/n).” he growled, this time angry but you knew that all of it was 100% directed at his own self for not seeing it earlier “How could you do this and not- (Y/n), you shouldn’t have to apply it on your own! And I- I should have noticed. I should know, I should have kept an eye out for you and taken care of you and-”

“Not when I kept it from you on purpose and it is for this exact reason. Please, darling, I’m fine. Bleed, get hurt, cry, get broken, wake up and heal only to do it all over again is what I do. This is my life, I can take it, Dean. And you… you had plenty on your plate as it is, you didn’t need-”

“And what about what you needed, (Y/n)? It didn’t matter what I needed, or what I felt. You were bleeding, you were hurt, how could ever think that I could put my feelings, that I could put anything- anything-” his voice cracked again, as if he was on the verge of tears and you couldn’t help the feeling of a stab in your heart at it “Anything else before you? You’re everything to me, if something worse were to happen today, I-”

“Oh, no. No, darling.” you tried to take a step towards him “Listen to me, just lis-” but it was probably the wrong choice because when black spots filled your vision and you felt your knees give away, all words of reassurance died in your lips. No doubt the way your eyes fluttered and you nearly collided with the floor was nowhere reassuring either, judging by the frantic tone in Dean’s voice as he called out your name.

It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of hands taking hold of you and your body being carefully guided towards the bed. The soft feeling under your fingers was the last thing you could remember because everything else after that either happened too fast for your hazy mind to remember or you actually blacked out for a good few moments.

When your eyes opened once more you were more sure of the latter but this time you didn’t have it in you to care about it. Dean was holding your hand in both of his, close to his lips while pressing a soft kiss here and there to your knuckles. But above all else, it was his red-rimmed eyes that caught your attention and made your heart clench within your chest.

“Oh darling.” you whispered, weakly yes but certainly with much more strength than what you had before you fell in bed.

Dean’s head shot up and you could instantly see his eyes fill with new tears. H tried to smile at you, even if it was barely visible, before getting closer to you to gather you in his arms again and have you sit on his lap so that you were as close as possible.

“Was I out?” you whispered and he parted his lips to speak but no voice came out so he only gave you a slow nod, following by a choking sound.

“It’s alright. It’s ok, wouldn’t be the first time. Nothing some sleep and a good breakfast won’t fix. How about you make my favorite pancakes tomorrow hm?”

“Anything.” he whispered in a rough voice, kissing your temple as he took in a shaky breath “I’d do anything for you. Just- You- Please.”

“I didn’t know preparing breakfast for me would make you so emotional, dear.” you teased softly and he scoffed a laugh that sounded more like a soft sob so you soon added “It’s alright, everything will be alright. I promise you, everything will get better.”

“I know, I know it’s just-” he choked on his words, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours “Seeing you like that, thinking how easily this happened and how easily much worse could have happened and I wouldn’t have realized a thing before it was too late-” he took in a shaky breath “It scared me so bad, I- I don’t know what I would do without you. I just can’t be without you, (Y/n). And I’d hate myself forever if that were to happen. So please, don’t. Don’t hide anything from me, please. Please. Please.”

“Sshh” you could find yourself capable of only that, his whispered repeating of that soft plea managed to make your throat feel tight and your eyes fill with tears as well “You won’t have to, you will never have to. I’m a tough nut to crack, I ain’t going away that easily. Besides, I know that if things were to get real bad I’d have you there, protecting me and loving me. Right?”

“Always.” and you knew it was a promise he made both to you and himself, meant to last for the rest of your lives.

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