Disclaimer: Don't own the Winchesters or anything Supernatural-related.
A/N: Another fanfic that I wrote for the hurt Dean comment-fic meme over on hoodie time's LJ. The prompt was for Jess to hit Dean with her car while he was in Palo Alto checking up on Sam. No spoilers, since it's pre-series, but it does go a little off-canon since in this scenario Jess meets Dean before the pilot. Hurt!Dean and Caring Sam and Jess. Title taken from the Jefferson Starship song of the same name.
Much hurt/comfort and brotherly love, because who doesn't love that?
Rain was pounding down hard on her windshield as Jess carefully maneuvered her jeep down College Street. She had planned to surprise Sam with a home-cooked meal and refused to let the crappy weather deter her. Sam would be at class for the next few hours, so it had been the perfect opportunity for her to go food shopping, torrential rain storm notwithstanding. After nearly an hour spent picking out fresh vegetables, cheeses, and meats, Jess was finally on her way home, taking her time to avoid hydroplaning on the flooded streets.
Even the busiest streets were deserted – no one else felt the need to test Mother Nature, and for that Jess was thankful. The fewer cars on the roads, the less of a chance she had of getting into an accident. She slowed down slightly, preparing to make a left onto Elm Street, a few blocks from the apartment she shared with Sam, her boyfriend of 2 years. Seeing no other cars in her path, Jess turned the wheel and pressed her foot down slightly on the gas.
The man seemed to come out of nowhere. One second the streets were clear, and in the next second Jess saw him standing directly in her car's path. Jess immediately stepped on the brakes as soon as she caught sight of him, but the pouring rain and flooded streets prevented her tires from gaining sufficient traction and she felt the car start to spin. She made eye-contact with the stranger seconds before she felt the car collide with him, saw the fear in his eyes when they both realized the car wouldn't be stopping in time.
It could have been worse, Jess knew. She hadn't been going that fast to begin with, and the pressure she had applied to the brakes had caused the car to slow down a bit. But man versus car was never good, and she jumped out of the jeep as soon as it came to a stop, running to the man who now lay on his side, fear causing her heart to pound.
His eyes were closed and he was unmoving and in that instant Jess was terrified that she had killed him. But as she approached, she saw his chest was moving up and down and she released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Jess knelt down next to the stranger to see where he was injured, immediately noticing the gash on his forehead that was bleeding steadily, blood mixing with rain water to drip down his face in reddish-pink rivulets.
He was very handsome, she noted, then scolded herself for thinking about that while he lay bleeding on the street. She looked around, intending to call for help, but the streets were still utterly deserted, and she felt herself panicking again. Thinking that she should go and grab her cell phone, Jess was about to stand when she heard a soft moan coming from the man at her side.
"Shhhh," she whispered as he moaned again, and she reached out and put her hand on his arm as he started to shift. He opened bleary eyes and blinked, trying to clear the rain out of his eyes. He reached a hand up to feel the gash on his head, still seemingly unaware of the situation. "Hey," Jess said softly, smiling down at him.
"Are you my guardian angel?" he asked sweetly, and she was taken aback by the disarmingly handsome smile he flashed her.
She chuckled a little at that and the suggestive look he was giving her. "Are you seriously flirting with me right now? While you're bleeding in the street in the middle of the pouring rain?" She was comforted a little though, hoping that this meant he wasn't as hurt as he seemed. But the tight wince he gave and the barely discernible cry of pain he let out when he tried to move told a different story.
"Can't," he began. "Can't blame a guy for trying. What happened anyway?"
"I hit you with my car," she said, pointing to the jeep and only then seeing the dent that had formed from its impact with the stranger. "I'm so sorry. I didn't see you and I tried to stop but the car just spun out of control." She was babbling now, but she was so overcome with guilt that she couldn't stop. He reached out a hand, stilling her and causing her to wait a beat.
"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart. My fault, I should'a looked both ways before crossing the street. That's what parents always say, isn't it? Not your fault."
Jess nodded, thinking it ridiculous that he was the one trying to comfort her. She reached up and wiped away the tears that had formed in her eyes without her even realizing it. "Well, you're still hurt. I need to get you to the hospital." She jumped back as he tried to sit up, though he didn't get far before gasping and curling in on himself.
"No hospital. I'll be okay. Just…help me up?"
She gave him a disbelieving look, couldn't imagine that he was even thinking about walking this off. "Are you serious? You probably have a concussion, not to mention internal bleeding. I'm not going to just leave you."
Realizing she wasn't going to let this go, he tried a different tactic. "I'm Dean," he said, holding out his hand for her to shake.
"Jess," she replied, still looking at him warily, making sure he made no further attempts to sit up.
"Okay, Jess. Thanks for helping me, but seriously, I'm fine. If you could just give me a ride, I'm staying over at the Lonely Traveler's Motel a few blocks away. I'll be fine. Just a little headache."
Jess nodded, only because she knew he wasn't going to willingly go to the hospital. But that didn't mean she was going to leave him at some crappy roach motel to die in his sleep. "Okay, sure. Come on, Dean, I'll give you a ride."
That was too easy, he thought, as he grasped her hand and tried to pull himself up. The pain in his head was sharp and intense, but he blinked through it. The pain in his ribs, though, was another story. He hoped Jess hadn't heard the gasp of pain he let out as he felt his ribs shift upon standing. Fuck fuck fuck. A few of the cracked ribs that he'd gotten from the last hunt with his dad had surely broken after his little impact with the jeep, and it took all he had to straighten up and limp over to Jess's car.
"Do you need help?" She had followed him to the passenger side and was offering her shoulder for him to lean on.
"I'm good," he choked out, hoping she believed it. Realizing she was looking at him with a wary expression on her face, he once again flashed her his charming smile and climbed in. "Thanks again, Jess. I really appreciate it." She nodded once, then rounded the car to get in.