I Don't Bite [Dean Winchester x Reader]

Stay With Me

It was early in the morning and I had hardly slept. The moment the early morning sun began filtering into the room, I was out of bed and wandering the halls yet again. I was steadily growing irritable, being trapped in a building that lacked color and any sort of emotion. What didn't reek of chemicals and antiseptic smelled like sickness. I hated it.

I shrugged on my leather jacket, donning the clothes I usually wore. I was tired of the mandated hospital clothing – I would be leaving as soon as Sam arrived anyway, so what was the point of wearing it? Despite being in the comfort of my own clothes, I still felt cold and empty. It was an uncomfortable feeling, one that left me feeling oddly alone.

Booth was supposed to be arriving soon – or at least, I assumed he would be. He wasn't the fastest in the pack, that much was certain, but he was steady and could travel for far longer than any other. I wished I could have called him, although I doubted he had a phone on him, and mine had been crushed in the crash.

I wondered if I should just leave now – I didn't want to be in that damn hospital any more than I needed to be. It was a suffocating feeling, being trapped in these sterile walls, drenched in hopelessness and worry.

I stood, gripping the edge of the bed, and rolled my shoulders. Every part of my body felt stiff, and at this point, I wasn't sure if it was from stress or the crash. It felt as if I was on autopilot as I made my way down the corridor, fingertips brushing against the now-familiar smooth white walls. Despite the mere hours I had been awake since my arrival, it had become second nature to make my way down the hallway and stop in front of the fourth door.

I missed Dean. I missed his clever quips, his playful demeanor, and that cocky smirk he always wore. And yet, I still had every intention of backing away from hunting, whether he woke up or not. I loved the thrill and the excitement, the idea of making a difference for one person, a family, or even a city. But it was beginning to feel as though every time we took a step in the right direction, we took two steps back. No number of cocky smirks could change that.

The cool metal of the handle felt like it was burning my palm, pressing into my skin as I gently pushed the door open. I was surprised to find that I wasn't alone in the room, aside from Dean of course.

John sat in a chair beside Dean, relaxing in the stiff chair, his eyes focused on the open window that allowed weak morning rays to cascade into the room. I didn't say anything – I wasn't sure what to say. This was the first time I had seen him in days, and I really had no intention of visiting him if at all possible.

My eyes flickered to Dean's near lifeless body. It hurt every time I saw him, intubated and unable to breathe on his own. He looked impeccably clean, potentially cleaner than I had ever seen him. It was rare that I would ever see him fresh out of the shower – more often than not, he was covered in dirt and grime from a monster hunt.

The strangest part of his immaculate clean form was the lack of an amulet around his neck. I had never given much thought to the chunky charm. I just associated it with Dean – it was a part of him, just as the car was, inseparable. To see him without it... it was difficult to describe. It just wasn't right.

"You look well," John spoke, and I jumped in surprise, meeting his surprisingly warm eyes with a startled gaze. He looked sincere, a warm, off sort of affection in his eyes. I nodded nervously and pulled my jacket tighter around me, using it as a sort of barrier.

"Yeah..." I said slowly, dropping my gaze to the linoleum beneath my boots. "Yeah, you do too." He did look much better – certainly livelier than the last time I had seen him. In the Impala, before the crash, If I hadn't known better, I would have assumed he was dead. He had been pale and bleeding badly, and frankly, I had worried he wasn't going to make it to the hospital.