DeanxReader (Too Concerned)

"Dean, I told you, I'm fine." A look of irritation was plastered on your face. You were trying so very hard not to get mad but, with Dean asking if you were alright over and over again was getting on your nerves.

"Says the one who got injured," He countered back at you.

A few hours ago you, Dean, and Sam were on a hunt. When suddenly, you were attacked by a group of vampires. Unluckily for you, the heel of your shoe got caught in the deep crack of the cement floor while you were sprinting away. But the other two managed to kill the vampires before they got to you.

After dropping Sam off at a nearby motel, Dean drove you back to your apartment to rest and let your ankle heal.

"Dean, I'm just going to the bathroom..." You sighed as you carefully got up from the couch, minding your sprained ankle. "It's not a big deal." You knew the older Winchester was concerned for you but, there were times when he worried too much.

"Fine…" He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Dean watched as you hopped on one foot to the bathroom. As he heard the door shut, he stood up and went to the small kitchen. Grabbing an empty ice pack from one of the cabinets, he filled it with ice then returned to the living room. Minutes after, you emerged through the door and sat next to Dean...

"(y/n), give me your ankle." You raised a brow in question but, did what was told. Delicately, you placed your right foot on Dean's thigh. You began to understand why, when he pulled out an ice pack and situated the cold expanse on your ankle. Silence lingered between the both of you. Not after, you decided to get rid of the tension.

"Shouldn't you go back to the motel? You haven't slept that much, if I recall." Dean glanced at you, his lips in a straight line as he snorted.

"Can't a guy take care of someone he loves?" A small tinge of red covered your cheeks. Dean chuckled at your reaction, taking your hand in his. "Besides, I'm not leaving until you can properly walk on your own two feet."

"...Idiot," You muttered softly as a yawn escaped your lips. Taking note of this, Dean took the ice pack from your ankle and put it on the table before lowering your foot to the floor.

"Let's go to bed," He simply said as he swiftly took you in his arms, surprising you. A wave of embarrassment flashed on your face, as the tint of red rushed back to your face.

"You don't need to carry me."

"Right..."

"I can walk, you know."

"You mean, 'hop'."

"Oh, shut up." You crossed your arms in a small fit. A smile was plastered on Dean's lips as he headed to your bedroom without any trouble.

"(y/n)?" He called out.

"What?" As soon as the word was spoken, a pair of lips crashed on your own, leaving you surprised once again. The kiss lasted for a moment yet, was sweet like the delicacy itself. But it was more than enough for you...