Dean was groaning softly as you were carefully treating his wounds. It was burning and made his head throb.

As he looked up at you the pure need and desperation was clearly visible. The need for you.

One of his hands was clenching the sheets of the bed beneath you tightly.

Yes, you did notice but you had no idea if it was to hold himself back from doing something or if it was just because of the pain.

Dean's hair was a little sweaty, aswell as his clothes. And bloody too. There was a lot of blood on his jeans and face.

As he kept feeling your touch his breathing began to increase slightly.

Of course he was gonna get aroused. Even in pain he just couldn't help himself. Your touch felt way too good.

It made his thoughts wander. Imagining your hands on a different part of his body. Or your lips.

And the worst was that he could only feel the need build inside of him. That sweet tingly feeling in his stomach and between his thighs.

Quickly he snapped out of it. No - he couldn't think about this. Not right now.