Happy Endings.
Fandoms: Heroes/Supernatural
Pairing: Claire Bennet/Dean Winchester
Summary: Claire is an overprotective girlfriend. Dean is stubborn as a mule. Adorableness waiting to happen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing please don't sue me, blah blah blah. Warnings for Dean being a pervert. But this is pretty tame, still.
Dean tried to sneak in, but to no avail. Once again, Claire was waiting up for him, worried that he was returning long after he expected to be back. She snapped up as soon as she heard the door, frowning. "Babe-" she started, but he interrupted her. "I'm fine, Claire. It's okay, I just got a little... delayed." But she knew him well enough that he'd always try and make it seem like things weren't as bad as they were, just to keep her from worrying.
It didn't always work, especially now, when Dean was being very careful not to let her get a good look at him; keeping the light off, and not getting into bed right away. In fact, he made a beeline for the bathroom, causing her to jump out of bed and follow. "Dean. Don't act like everything's fine. You're not, I can tell. What happened?" He heaved a sigh, giving her as stern a look as he could manage. "Go back to bed," he mumbled, his voice low, tired. "I'm gonna take care of this and I'll be right in to lay with you."
"Take care of what? What happened?" she asked again, reaching for him with every intention to give him the most thorough of inspections. He put up a hand, gently taking her wrist. As tired and irritable as he was, he was still patient enough to keep from snapping at her or taking out his frustrations out on her. She hadn't been on the hunt with him, she hadn't screwed up, he had. "It's not serious, just got in the way of something big and nasty. But I got him, and I'm going to patch myself up, and then come to bed."
"Patch yourself up? Dean..." Claire knew better than to offer her blood, though she hated seeing him hurt. But if it wasn't bad enough to send him to the hospital (not that he'd go on his own if he could help it), then it wasn't bad enough for him to need her blood. "Please let me look, at least. Please?" He couldn't help but curse under his breath. She was giving him that look, with the wide eyes and her lips turned down just so... he wanted to give her whatever she wanted when she looked at him like that.
"Damn it. Fine. Just- just don't freak out. I'm fine." he growled, then gingerly pulled off his coat. Claire bit her lip, already nervous at the sight of the blood plainly visible on the back of the coat as he laid it down over the side of the tub. "Dean," she frowned, watching him pull off his shirt with just as much care. The bruises were bad enough, she could see them on his chest and sides, and she only wished she could kiss them all away. It wasn't until he turned around that she had to really try not to freak out.
A ragged gash split his left shoulder blade, the blood mostly dried except the spots where it had been stuck to his shirt, which had opened up when he pulled the fabric away. Without hesitation she reached for a towel, pressing it to the wound. "Baby, how the hell were you planning on patching yourself up? There's no way you could reach this on your own, and a bandage isn't gonna do it. You'll need stitches." It was exactly what Dean didn't want to hear. He figured he'd need them but was gonna wrap himself up the best he could to try and let it heal the best he could. It'd be a nasty scar but he was bound and determined to keep from going to the hospital.
Finally he sighed again, looking at her over his shoulder. "Can you do it? Not- not with your blood. The old-fashioned way, 'm not making you jab yourself just 'cause I was sloppy. Stitch me up." A pause. "Please."
Claire was hoping he'd say that, and she nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, sure. Just lemme get my kit. Unless you wanna come sit out there while I do it. The lighting is better in here but it's a bit of a squeeze to fit us in here." Dean gave a smirk, turning around and kissing her forehead. "If we do it in here can I drag you into the shower afterward?"
Well, clearly he wasn't feeling that bad if he was shooting for a round in the shower after she was done patching him up. But she knew he had to be sore, and it was entirely likely that he'd change his mind after she was done poking him repeatedly with a needle. "If you're up to it," she started, "I'll join you in the shower, but only to help you clean off and make sure you don't tear your stitches. I'm pretty sure our regular shower activities would only make you open that cut up even more." Though she couldn't help but grin, he was being surprisingly chipper considering his original grumpiness.
She was taking advantage of it, knowing once she started fixing him up he'd be grumpy again. Grabbing her first aid kit and a bottle of Jack she'd been planning to surprise him with, she headed back into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. The wound was easily in her reach, with her being so short, and they managed to make a comfortable, if a little cozy, fit. Claire then set the bottle down on the bathroom counter and kissed the top of his head (it was such a nice change to do that to him for a change!). "This might take some of the edge off. I'll be as careful as I can but I can't promise this is gonna be painless. Sorry, babe."
And Claire truly did feel sorry that she was going to be hurting Dean, but it was better to stitch the gash up than to leave it open and risk it getting infected, especially since he wasn't letting her heal him with her blood. Though she guessed he might have bruised ribs on top of everything else with the way he winced as he sat down. Taking a quick breath, she started preparing the needle and thread she'd need to close the wound and set it down, then grabbed the antiseptic and some gauze. "Better take a shot, this is gonna sting," she warned, frowning.
Dean was one step ahead of her, having already opened the bottle and was lifting it to take a swig, wincing at the burn. But that was a much better pain than what he was about to endure, so he welcomed it, taking another big gulp and hoping it'd set in enough to dull his senses some. Claire waited until he looked ready, then started applying the antiseptic to the wound, trying to get the worst of it over as quickly as possible. It needed to be done, they both knew it, and so Dean simply gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it the best he could.
Once the gash was cleaned out, she leaned him forward a bit more and gently started to stitch him up, making sure to keep the stitches neat and even so the wound would heal cleanly and that she'd be able to take the stitches out easier when the time came. "I'm sorry, baby," she murmured, knowing she was hurting him but not really having much choice. Her father had done a good job of teaching her first aid skills but considering Dean rarely let her tend to him, and obviously she didn't need much in the way of first aid for herself, her skills were largely unpracticed.
"It's fine," Dean managed to get out, after he swallowed down another swig of whiskey. Despite how worried she was, she was able to keep her hands still, and therefore was able to get him patched up pretty quickly. "Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll put a bandage over it for you. Just be careful not to get that part wet. I'm only helping you clean off, Dean," Claire explained, only a little disappointed that this shower was going to be strictly business.
Closing the bottle of Jack (after one more quick pull), Dean slowly got up off the toilet, clearly in more pain than just the gash on his shoulder would have caused. Claire frowned, wanting to help him but knowing how stubborn he was, so she waited until he stumbled a little and then put her hand on his arm. "C'mon, haven't you ever heard that orgasms are the best natural pain remedy? I'm pretty sure they put that shit in Cosmo for when you broads try 'n say you've got a headache."
Claire couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head as she lifted her hand to cup his cheek. "Well how lucky are you? You got the one girl who can't give you that excuse. And if you really want an orgasm it can wait until after you're cleaned up, bandaged up, and in bed. You're hurtin' babe, wouldn't you rather lay back and enjoy it than stand?" And of course she won him over with that argument, much to her relief. The shower was quick, and much to Dean's dismay, uneventful. Though he did make an effort to grope her as much as humanly possible in the ten minutes she spent trying to keep his stitches dry and get him cleaned off,
After a fast toweling off, she put gauze over his stitches and they got into bed. "I might fall asleep before you could even get me off," Dean mumbled finally, shifting and trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually he flopped over onto his stomach, his face planted into his pillow. "It's alright, babe. You can take a rain-check. Ain't exactly difficult to get me in your pants, you know." Claire said as she curled up on her side next to him, kissing his forehead. "I'll keep it in mind," he returned quietly, opening an eye to look at her.
Her hair was a mess from the impromptu shower, and she'd only thrown one of his t-shirts on because she had a chill. So beautiful, he thought, and all his. Why she was so stuck on him was a mystery, but he wasn't going to question it anymore, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna leave her. Not again. He grunted as he leaned over, kissing her soft and slow. A good night kiss, the kind he knew was Claire's favorite. "Thanks for takin' care of me, sweetheart. Love you."
"Love you," she murmured, smiling so wide it seemed her face might freeze that way. "Now you get some rest. I'll give you your happy ending when you're not so sore, okay?" Claire gave him one last tender look before letting her eyes slide shut, her breathing becoming deep and even. Dean was safe and sound beside her, so she could rest easily.
Dean, however, though he was exhausted, laid awake a few moments more; pondering Claire's words. Of course he was looking forward to the "happy ending" she spoke of but at the same time... he couldn't help but think that this in itself was a happy ending. An evil son of a bitch sent back to Hell, his woman right there beside him, wearing his shirt. The only thing that could make this a better ending would be having Sam around.
But Sammy was off doing his own thing, and Dean knew he had it a lot better than he deserved, so he wasn't about to complain. People like him didn't get happy endings, not like everyone else out there did, and if Claire wanted this happy ending for herself, if he was the one she chose, he couldn't deny her that. He was gonna take it, take her, and be thankful.
It wasn't exactly Happily Ever After, but it was the closest to it he could have ever hoped for.
Pairing: Claire Bennet/Dean Winchester
Summary: Claire is an overprotective girlfriend. Dean is stubborn as a mule. Adorableness waiting to happen.
Disclaimer: I own nothing please don't sue me, blah blah blah. Warnings for Dean being a pervert. But this is pretty tame, still.
Dean tried to sneak in, but to no avail. Once again, Claire was waiting up for him, worried that he was returning long after he expected to be back. She snapped up as soon as she heard the door, frowning. "Babe-" she started, but he interrupted her. "I'm fine, Claire. It's okay, I just got a little... delayed." But she knew him well enough that he'd always try and make it seem like things weren't as bad as they were, just to keep her from worrying.
It didn't always work, especially now, when Dean was being very careful not to let her get a good look at him; keeping the light off, and not getting into bed right away. In fact, he made a beeline for the bathroom, causing her to jump out of bed and follow. "Dean. Don't act like everything's fine. You're not, I can tell. What happened?" He heaved a sigh, giving her as stern a look as he could manage. "Go back to bed," he mumbled, his voice low, tired. "I'm gonna take care of this and I'll be right in to lay with you."
"Take care of what? What happened?" she asked again, reaching for him with every intention to give him the most thorough of inspections. He put up a hand, gently taking her wrist. As tired and irritable as he was, he was still patient enough to keep from snapping at her or taking out his frustrations out on her. She hadn't been on the hunt with him, she hadn't screwed up, he had. "It's not serious, just got in the way of something big and nasty. But I got him, and I'm going to patch myself up, and then come to bed."
"Patch yourself up? Dean..." Claire knew better than to offer her blood, though she hated seeing him hurt. But if it wasn't bad enough to send him to the hospital (not that he'd go on his own if he could help it), then it wasn't bad enough for him to need her blood. "Please let me look, at least. Please?" He couldn't help but curse under his breath. She was giving him that look, with the wide eyes and her lips turned down just so... he wanted to give her whatever she wanted when she looked at him like that.
"Damn it. Fine. Just- just don't freak out. I'm fine." he growled, then gingerly pulled off his coat. Claire bit her lip, already nervous at the sight of the blood plainly visible on the back of the coat as he laid it down over the side of the tub. "Dean," she frowned, watching him pull off his shirt with just as much care. The bruises were bad enough, she could see them on his chest and sides, and she only wished she could kiss them all away. It wasn't until he turned around that she had to really try not to freak out.
A ragged gash split his left shoulder blade, the blood mostly dried except the spots where it had been stuck to his shirt, which had opened up when he pulled the fabric away. Without hesitation she reached for a towel, pressing it to the wound. "Baby, how the hell were you planning on patching yourself up? There's no way you could reach this on your own, and a bandage isn't gonna do it. You'll need stitches." It was exactly what Dean didn't want to hear. He figured he'd need them but was gonna wrap himself up the best he could to try and let it heal the best he could. It'd be a nasty scar but he was bound and determined to keep from going to the hospital.
Finally he sighed again, looking at her over his shoulder. "Can you do it? Not- not with your blood. The old-fashioned way, 'm not making you jab yourself just 'cause I was sloppy. Stitch me up." A pause. "Please."
Claire was hoping he'd say that, and she nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, sure. Just lemme get my kit. Unless you wanna come sit out there while I do it. The lighting is better in here but it's a bit of a squeeze to fit us in here." Dean gave a smirk, turning around and kissing her forehead. "If we do it in here can I drag you into the shower afterward?"
Well, clearly he wasn't feeling that bad if he was shooting for a round in the shower after she was done patching him up. But she knew he had to be sore, and it was entirely likely that he'd change his mind after she was done poking him repeatedly with a needle. "If you're up to it," she started, "I'll join you in the shower, but only to help you clean off and make sure you don't tear your stitches. I'm pretty sure our regular shower activities would only make you open that cut up even more." Though she couldn't help but grin, he was being surprisingly chipper considering his original grumpiness.
She was taking advantage of it, knowing once she started fixing him up he'd be grumpy again. Grabbing her first aid kit and a bottle of Jack she'd been planning to surprise him with, she headed back into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet. The wound was easily in her reach, with her being so short, and they managed to make a comfortable, if a little cozy, fit. Claire then set the bottle down on the bathroom counter and kissed the top of his head (it was such a nice change to do that to him for a change!). "This might take some of the edge off. I'll be as careful as I can but I can't promise this is gonna be painless. Sorry, babe."
And Claire truly did feel sorry that she was going to be hurting Dean, but it was better to stitch the gash up than to leave it open and risk it getting infected, especially since he wasn't letting her heal him with her blood. Though she guessed he might have bruised ribs on top of everything else with the way he winced as he sat down. Taking a quick breath, she started preparing the needle and thread she'd need to close the wound and set it down, then grabbed the antiseptic and some gauze. "Better take a shot, this is gonna sting," she warned, frowning.
Dean was one step ahead of her, having already opened the bottle and was lifting it to take a swig, wincing at the burn. But that was a much better pain than what he was about to endure, so he welcomed it, taking another big gulp and hoping it'd set in enough to dull his senses some. Claire waited until he looked ready, then started applying the antiseptic to the wound, trying to get the worst of it over as quickly as possible. It needed to be done, they both knew it, and so Dean simply gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it the best he could.
Once the gash was cleaned out, she leaned him forward a bit more and gently started to stitch him up, making sure to keep the stitches neat and even so the wound would heal cleanly and that she'd be able to take the stitches out easier when the time came. "I'm sorry, baby," she murmured, knowing she was hurting him but not really having much choice. Her father had done a good job of teaching her first aid skills but considering Dean rarely let her tend to him, and obviously she didn't need much in the way of first aid for herself, her skills were largely unpracticed.
"It's fine," Dean managed to get out, after he swallowed down another swig of whiskey. Despite how worried she was, she was able to keep her hands still, and therefore was able to get him patched up pretty quickly. "Let's get you cleaned up and then I'll put a bandage over it for you. Just be careful not to get that part wet. I'm only helping you clean off, Dean," Claire explained, only a little disappointed that this shower was going to be strictly business.
Closing the bottle of Jack (after one more quick pull), Dean slowly got up off the toilet, clearly in more pain than just the gash on his shoulder would have caused. Claire frowned, wanting to help him but knowing how stubborn he was, so she waited until he stumbled a little and then put her hand on his arm. "C'mon, haven't you ever heard that orgasms are the best natural pain remedy? I'm pretty sure they put that shit in Cosmo for when you broads try 'n say you've got a headache."
Claire couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head as she lifted her hand to cup his cheek. "Well how lucky are you? You got the one girl who can't give you that excuse. And if you really want an orgasm it can wait until after you're cleaned up, bandaged up, and in bed. You're hurtin' babe, wouldn't you rather lay back and enjoy it than stand?" And of course she won him over with that argument, much to her relief. The shower was quick, and much to Dean's dismay, uneventful. Though he did make an effort to grope her as much as humanly possible in the ten minutes she spent trying to keep his stitches dry and get him cleaned off,
After a fast toweling off, she put gauze over his stitches and they got into bed. "I might fall asleep before you could even get me off," Dean mumbled finally, shifting and trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually he flopped over onto his stomach, his face planted into his pillow. "It's alright, babe. You can take a rain-check. Ain't exactly difficult to get me in your pants, you know." Claire said as she curled up on her side next to him, kissing his forehead. "I'll keep it in mind," he returned quietly, opening an eye to look at her.
Her hair was a mess from the impromptu shower, and she'd only thrown one of his t-shirts on because she had a chill. So beautiful, he thought, and all his. Why she was so stuck on him was a mystery, but he wasn't going to question it anymore, and he sure as hell wasn't gonna leave her. Not again. He grunted as he leaned over, kissing her soft and slow. A good night kiss, the kind he knew was Claire's favorite. "Thanks for takin' care of me, sweetheart. Love you."
"Love you," she murmured, smiling so wide it seemed her face might freeze that way. "Now you get some rest. I'll give you your happy ending when you're not so sore, okay?" Claire gave him one last tender look before letting her eyes slide shut, her breathing becoming deep and even. Dean was safe and sound beside her, so she could rest easily.
Dean, however, though he was exhausted, laid awake a few moments more; pondering Claire's words. Of course he was looking forward to the "happy ending" she spoke of but at the same time... he couldn't help but think that this in itself was a happy ending. An evil son of a bitch sent back to Hell, his woman right there beside him, wearing his shirt. The only thing that could make this a better ending would be having Sam around.
But Sammy was off doing his own thing, and Dean knew he had it a lot better than he deserved, so he wasn't about to complain. People like him didn't get happy endings, not like everyone else out there did, and if Claire wanted this happy ending for herself, if he was the one she chose, he couldn't deny her that. He was gonna take it, take her, and be thankful.
It wasn't exactly Happily Ever After, but it was the closest to it he could have ever hoped for.