Y/N paced back and forth in the waiting room of the hospital, her heart pounding with worry. Dean had been brought in after a brutal hunt gone wrong, and she hadn't been able to shake the feeling of dread since receiving the call.

After what felt like an eternity, a doctor finally emerged from the ER, looking exhausted but with a hint of relief in his eyes. Y/N rushed over to him, her hands trembling as she waited for news.

"Is he going to be okay?" Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor offered a small smile. "He's stable now, but it was touch-and-go for a while. He's a tough one, your Dean."

Y/N let out a shaky breath, feeling some of the tension leave her body. She was flooded with relief knowing that Dean was going to be okay. She thanked the doctor before rushing towards Dean's room.

As she entered the room, she saw Dean lying in the hospital bed, looking pale and weak but with a small smile on his face.

"Hey, sweetheart," Dean rasped, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N rushed to his side, taking his hand in hers. "Oh, Dean, I was so worried about you. I thought I had lost you."

Dean squeezed her hand gently. "I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. I'll always come back to you."

Y/N leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, relieved that he was finally safe and in her arms. Dean may have been the tough hunter, but in that moment, Y/N knew that they would always be there for each other, no matter what challenges they faced.