Wounded
Title- Wounded [One Shot]
Rating - R for lanuage
Pairing - Dean/Adam
Summary - Adam is badly hurt, Dean takes care of him.
Disclaimer - All characters and original plots belong to Eric Kripke and The CW. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count- 1,170 approx
Author Notes - This story has not been beta'd. I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors.
“Hey, you still with me Addy?”
Dean looks over to the smaller man, they are nearly there, almost at the shitty motel in some shitty town in shitty Montana. Dean’s foot couldn’t be harder on the pedal, he knows he could get busted for speeding but he doesn’t care. Adam needs him right now.
He glances over at his brother, his eyes fluttering and his arm limply hovering over his shoulder, trying to stop the blood flow. Fuck.
“Dee..” Adam whispers, he sounds so weak. His voice is shaky.
Dean pulls up to the motel, shoving the impala door out of his way as he runs over and opens the passage door.
“Okay, I’m gonna have to carry you Ad, okay” Dean slowly moves in and picks up his younger brother, Adam cries out in pain “Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s okay” Dean whispers as he quickly opens the motel door and lays Adam down on the nearest bed. Its after he switches the bedside lamp on that he sees the blood, fuck. It looks bad.
Adam is hazy, the shooting pain in his shoulder is so strong he doesn’t even know if he feels it anymore, he feels hot under his clothes. Too weak to speak, knowing he can’t slip into the temptation of the darkness, he concentrates on his sight, his eyes frantically look for Dean.
Dean smiles when he sees Adam looking up at him “You’re gonna be okay,” /i>Dean whispers. He wishes Sam was here, or Bobby, or fuck, even John. He slowly begins to remove Adam’s jacket, Adam flinches. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, i just gotta take a look at it, that’s all okay?”
Adam slowly nods, before letting Dean run his hand up Adam’s slightly muscular arm, he slowly rips the fabric that once was a perfectly good t-shirt, exposing Adam’s naked chest and fuck.
The wound where the bullet went in is still seeping, red liquid slowly escaping. Dean runs his thumb over it and fuck, it feels bad. Dean knows what he has to do, fuck Sam, of all the times you could have fucking upped and left you had to do it now didn’t you? Goddamit.
Dean shakes his head, he looks down at his brother, clearly in pain but holding on. Dean knows what he has to do. So he gets up and goes out to the impala, before returning with the items he needs. He pulls a chair up beside the bed, removes his leather jacket and looks at his brother.
“Addy, i gotta take the bullet out” He says, as soothingly as possible. Adam nods, trying but failing miserably to hide his fear.
“Its gonna hurt” Dean says before taking Adam’s hand and placing it on his own shoulder, “Hold tight okay? Squeeze as hard as you need too”
Adam’s lip trembles as he nods slowly. Dean sets to work, putting on the shitty latex gloves and reaching for the bottle of scotch, pouring some onto the worn cloth. He could really use a swig of it right now he thinks. He leans down to his younger brother, trying to keep his voice calm, still feeling Adam’s shaky hand on his shoulder, he whispers in Adam’s ear “Close your eyes kiddo, it will all be over soon”...
Dean’s heard alot of horrible sounds in his lifetime, Adam’s scream has to be up there with the worst of them he thinks.
The sound makes Dean want to throw up but he can’t, Adam needs him, he fucking needs the kid to be okay. The pliers are deep inside the shoulder now, he’s grabbed hold of the fucking stupid bastard bullet and he quickly pulls the bitch out. Feeling Adam’s grip harden, he’s pretty sure his shoulder will be bruised but he doesn’t give a damm. Quickly as he can he stitches up the wound, before dabbing it again with the alcohol. He’ll need to clean it properly in the morning but for now this will do. Slowly wrapping a worn bandage tight around Adam’s shoulder. Adam doesn’t let go of Dean’s shoulder but the grip has softened now, its just hand to skin. Dean keeps glancing down to check the kid’s still with him. The aircon must be fucked because the room is so goddamed hot.
Dean lean’s back, ending the hand-to -shoulder contact, he removes the gloves. Adam tries to sit up but Dean just shakes his head “Get some rest kid, you’re gonna be off your feet for a few days”
Adam feels the lump in his throat “Water” He says weakly. Dean quickly gets up and pours him a glass from the kitchen sink, rinsing it out a few times to make sure it’s cold. He slowly brings it to his brothers lips, as Adam gulps and gulps it down like there’s a major shortage. “Easy, easy” Dean whispers. Dean sets the glass on the table beside the bed before slowly undressing his brother. It feels slightly awkward but he just gets on with it, not looking his brother in the eye. First pulling Adam’s shoes off, then socks, then jeans. Then wrapping the blankets around him, not to tight though because it feels so fucking hot. Then switching the light off.
“Get some sleep Adam okay?” Dean says as he heads to the bathroom, needing to get the blood stained clothes off him. He quickly undresses down to his boxers, then washing the blood off his hands. Stupid fucking gloves. He thinks before switching the light off and working his way through the dark to find his bed for the night.
He doesn’t know if Adam is sleeping or not, he wants to sleep, wants to sleep so bad but his fucking mind is on overdrive. Heart still thumping, the sound of the fucking gunshot still hammering through his fucking brain. Sammy always at the back of his mind. He sighs.
“Dean?” A hoarse voice says in the darkness of the room
“Yeah?”
“You gonna leave?”
“No. Why you askin me that?”
“M’ pretty useless now”
“You’re gonna be fine”
“You don’t need me”
That makes Dean sit up, he shakes his head because it couldn’t be fucking further from the motherfucking truth. Not thinking like a rational human being anymore, he slowly tiptoes over to Adam’s bed and slips in, the personal space has been totally invaded now. He doesn’t give a fuck. Adam’s body freezes before weakly moving over. Dean wraps his arm around the kid, smelling the scotch and the blood off him, feeling the heat off him. Adam closes into Dean’s welcoming body, resting his head just beside Dean’s shoulder.
“I do need you kiddo, fuck, i need you okay, okay?” Dean whispers, he guesses the no chick flick moments went out the window along with the personal space. Fuck it. “Now. Sleep okay?” He says as he plants a kiss on Adam’s temple and softly grazes his thumb against the badly patched up wound. The room is still hot, but Dean doesn’t mind as much anymore.
Rating - R for lanuage
Pairing - Dean/Adam
Summary - Adam is badly hurt, Dean takes care of him.
Disclaimer - All characters and original plots belong to Eric Kripke and The CW. No disrespect or copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count- 1,170 approx
Author Notes - This story has not been beta'd. I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors.
“Hey, you still with me Addy?”
Dean looks over to the smaller man, they are nearly there, almost at the shitty motel in some shitty town in shitty Montana. Dean’s foot couldn’t be harder on the pedal, he knows he could get busted for speeding but he doesn’t care. Adam needs him right now.
He glances over at his brother, his eyes fluttering and his arm limply hovering over his shoulder, trying to stop the blood flow. Fuck.
“Dee..” Adam whispers, he sounds so weak. His voice is shaky.
Dean pulls up to the motel, shoving the impala door out of his way as he runs over and opens the passage door.
“Okay, I’m gonna have to carry you Ad, okay” Dean slowly moves in and picks up his younger brother, Adam cries out in pain “Hey, hey it’s okay, it’s okay” Dean whispers as he quickly opens the motel door and lays Adam down on the nearest bed. Its after he switches the bedside lamp on that he sees the blood, fuck. It looks bad.
Adam is hazy, the shooting pain in his shoulder is so strong he doesn’t even know if he feels it anymore, he feels hot under his clothes. Too weak to speak, knowing he can’t slip into the temptation of the darkness, he concentrates on his sight, his eyes frantically look for Dean.
Dean smiles when he sees Adam looking up at him “You’re gonna be okay,” /i>Dean whispers. He wishes Sam was here, or Bobby, or fuck, even John. He slowly begins to remove Adam’s jacket, Adam flinches. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, i just gotta take a look at it, that’s all okay?”
Adam slowly nods, before letting Dean run his hand up Adam’s slightly muscular arm, he slowly rips the fabric that once was a perfectly good t-shirt, exposing Adam’s naked chest and fuck.
The wound where the bullet went in is still seeping, red liquid slowly escaping. Dean runs his thumb over it and fuck, it feels bad. Dean knows what he has to do, fuck Sam, of all the times you could have fucking upped and left you had to do it now didn’t you? Goddamit.
Dean shakes his head, he looks down at his brother, clearly in pain but holding on. Dean knows what he has to do. So he gets up and goes out to the impala, before returning with the items he needs. He pulls a chair up beside the bed, removes his leather jacket and looks at his brother.
“Addy, i gotta take the bullet out” He says, as soothingly as possible. Adam nods, trying but failing miserably to hide his fear.
“Its gonna hurt” Dean says before taking Adam’s hand and placing it on his own shoulder, “Hold tight okay? Squeeze as hard as you need too”
Adam’s lip trembles as he nods slowly. Dean sets to work, putting on the shitty latex gloves and reaching for the bottle of scotch, pouring some onto the worn cloth. He could really use a swig of it right now he thinks. He leans down to his younger brother, trying to keep his voice calm, still feeling Adam’s shaky hand on his shoulder, he whispers in Adam’s ear “Close your eyes kiddo, it will all be over soon”...
Dean’s heard alot of horrible sounds in his lifetime, Adam’s scream has to be up there with the worst of them he thinks.
The sound makes Dean want to throw up but he can’t, Adam needs him, he fucking needs the kid to be okay. The pliers are deep inside the shoulder now, he’s grabbed hold of the fucking stupid bastard bullet and he quickly pulls the bitch out. Feeling Adam’s grip harden, he’s pretty sure his shoulder will be bruised but he doesn’t give a damm. Quickly as he can he stitches up the wound, before dabbing it again with the alcohol. He’ll need to clean it properly in the morning but for now this will do. Slowly wrapping a worn bandage tight around Adam’s shoulder. Adam doesn’t let go of Dean’s shoulder but the grip has softened now, its just hand to skin. Dean keeps glancing down to check the kid’s still with him. The aircon must be fucked because the room is so goddamed hot.
Dean lean’s back, ending the hand-to -shoulder contact, he removes the gloves. Adam tries to sit up but Dean just shakes his head “Get some rest kid, you’re gonna be off your feet for a few days”
Adam feels the lump in his throat “Water” He says weakly. Dean quickly gets up and pours him a glass from the kitchen sink, rinsing it out a few times to make sure it’s cold. He slowly brings it to his brothers lips, as Adam gulps and gulps it down like there’s a major shortage. “Easy, easy” Dean whispers. Dean sets the glass on the table beside the bed before slowly undressing his brother. It feels slightly awkward but he just gets on with it, not looking his brother in the eye. First pulling Adam’s shoes off, then socks, then jeans. Then wrapping the blankets around him, not to tight though because it feels so fucking hot. Then switching the light off.
“Get some sleep Adam okay?” Dean says as he heads to the bathroom, needing to get the blood stained clothes off him. He quickly undresses down to his boxers, then washing the blood off his hands. Stupid fucking gloves. He thinks before switching the light off and working his way through the dark to find his bed for the night.
He doesn’t know if Adam is sleeping or not, he wants to sleep, wants to sleep so bad but his fucking mind is on overdrive. Heart still thumping, the sound of the fucking gunshot still hammering through his fucking brain. Sammy always at the back of his mind. He sighs.
“Dean?” A hoarse voice says in the darkness of the room
“Yeah?”
“You gonna leave?”
“No. Why you askin me that?”
“M’ pretty useless now”
“You’re gonna be fine”
“You don’t need me”
That makes Dean sit up, he shakes his head because it couldn’t be fucking further from the motherfucking truth. Not thinking like a rational human being anymore, he slowly tiptoes over to Adam’s bed and slips in, the personal space has been totally invaded now. He doesn’t give a fuck. Adam’s body freezes before weakly moving over. Dean wraps his arm around the kid, smelling the scotch and the blood off him, feeling the heat off him. Adam closes into Dean’s welcoming body, resting his head just beside Dean’s shoulder.
“I do need you kiddo, fuck, i need you okay, okay?” Dean whispers, he guesses the no chick flick moments went out the window along with the personal space. Fuck it. “Now. Sleep okay?” He says as he plants a kiss on Adam’s temple and softly grazes his thumb against the badly patched up wound. The room is still hot, but Dean doesn’t mind as much anymore.