(Y/NN)- your nick name
Dean Winchester was a man that didn't show emotion regularly. But when he did, you knew it meant something. He holed up behind a wall and you were determined to get to know the Dean behind the mask.
You'd been hunting with the brothers for a while now and you were busy nursing and injured hand in the backseat with Dean keeping you company.
Your face contorted in pain as you accidentally bumped your hand as the Impala went over a pothole.
You let out a grunt. Dean looked at you, alarmed.
"You okay, (Y/NN)?" He said in concern.
You shook your head, "No," you forced out, "Tell me a story about yourself Dean?"
Dean looked up in surprise.
"A happy memory, please?" You pleaded before moaning again, the blood staining your pant legs.
"Uh," said Dean panicking, he put his arm around your shoulders and started playing gently with your hair. "It was summer and Sammy and I had just gotten out of school for the weekend."
I saw Sam smile in the review mirror.
"Dad had gone on