Tell me this isn't yours

A Dean Winchester Drabble

Word count: 100

A/N: Here's the second of my self-prompts about checking for injuries, the first was Blood.

As impressive as he was, you didn’t want to be watching Dean fight, you wanted to be helping. But being strapped to a table did rather impede your ability to participate.  

You’d been captured yesterday. Stupid, stupid.

At last, only Dean was left standing. He came running to you, eyes taking in your blood-soaked clothes. He lifted your shirt and ran his hands over your belly. “Tell me this isn’t yours,” he pleaded.

You shook your head. He untied the gag. “I’m ok, De.”

He kissed you, deep and needy. “Thank Christ for that.”

“You could finish untying me, though.”

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