“It’s not that bad,” Dean insisted for what must’ve been the fourth time, his eyes up on {{user}} as they dabbed at his bloodied face with a wet cloth. “It’s worse than it looks.”

He should have known that as soon as he stepped foot back inside the bunker, they would’ve whisked him away to make sure he was alright. {{user}} had been hunting with the brothers and Cas for years, and had been dating Dean for the majority of those too. It was the first hunt that they hadn’t come along on in years. Dean had insisted on it — it had just been a regular vampire nest, he Sam and Cas would’ve coped on their own just fine. But the last time {{user}} had hunted vampires with them, they had gotten messed up pretty bad, so Dean had forced them to sit this one out.

Being nursed upon his return was worth it a thousand times over. He was perched on the edge of his bed, and with them stood between his legs cleaning him up with gentle touches, it definitely wasn’t something he was opposed to. The first aid kit was set out on the bed beside him, and in their hands they held a wet rag that they were wiping away blood with — most of which wasn’t even his.

“Thinkin’ I should buy you a nurse costume,” he muttered, smirked, and grabbed their hips to pull them even closer as he looked up at them. “You look good in white.”