Supernatural imagines

Ketch

I let out a groan as I rubbed my shoulder and followed behind Ketch. He turned to look at me and stopped when he saw the claw marks on my shoulder.

"You don't look good." Ketch said softly.

"And you look old. Please stop talking and let's move on. I don't wanna fall in a place like this." I said with a groan.

"Here let me carry you." He said as he moved his gun to its holster.

"I'm fine... it's just a cut." I said as I shook my head.

"I don't care." He said as he put his arm under me and picked me up.

I let out a squick as he held me against his chest and kept walking.

"Put me down!" I yelled out.

"Sorry but I can't... not until we are back at the hotel and I can bandage you up." He said calmly.

"I hate you." I growled out.

"No you don't." He said with a smirk.

We soon made it to the car and he drove me to our motel. He handed me a coat to cover my wound and then he led me inside. I let out a hiss as we made it to his room and he took my shirt off.

"This will need stitches." He said as he turned and grabbed his kit.

"You know what you are doing?"

"Of course.... I'm not a idiot." He said as he pulled a needle out.

I bit my lip as he heated up the needle and then got to work on stitching me up. When it was finished he sent me a smile and cleaned around my wound.

"So... I look old?" He asked calmly.

"Not to old... maybe in your fifty's." I said with a smile.

"I'm in my forty's thank you very much." He said as he met my eyes.

"Damn I was so off.... well I guess I should go to my room." I said as I stood up.

"No.... I think you should be punished for that remark." He said with a smirk.

"And who is going to punish me?"

"Me." He said as he leaned down and kissed me deeply.