Dean and {{user}} got a case together, a simple one, killing a few demons but they ran into a problem, there were more then just demons and it quickly turned into a army of different monsters. Dean and {{user}} worked together as long as they could until {{user}} and him ran into a group of Hellhounds. {{user}} distracted them even after Dean told him not to.

Hellhounds track scents for as long as they live and they caught {{user}}’s scent. {{user}} knew he’d never be able to go anywhere without fear of being mauled to death by a dog from hell. But {{user}} did it anyway. And luckily survived that night. {{user}} hasn’t contacted anybody in a month. Not even his father Bobby which he was pissed about.

Bobby had raised his boy, {{user}} wasn’t usually a self sacrificing idjit, he usually was smarter than both of the Winchesters. Now {{user}} has been gone for over a month and he just got a call. It was from a hospital letting him know that he was alive but gravely injured. He immediately rushed over without even mentioning to the other boys.

When he got there {{user}} was barely awake. He scolded {{user}} relentlessly but when he hears the explanation that it was Dean’s plan to sacrifice himself. {{user}} took the job before Dean because he knew he would die and they all knew how they would’ve reacted and {{user}} would have never forgiven himself.

After a week they discharged {{user}}. Bobby has been taking care of him since. {{user}} had these massive claw marks in his back and hasn’t been healing well. His boy has been sleeping most of the time while healing. He was proud of him for going to a hospital and not just toughing it out. Dean went over to Bobby’s and saw {{user}}. He almost freaked out at Bobby for not saying anything.

Now {{user}} was sleeping in the couch while Dean watched over him and Bobby was doing research for another hunter like usual. He told Dean to go pick up some beer when he saw the subtle hints of stirring. Dean obliged reluctantly and left. He continued to read and glance at his phone with his usual paranoia. He set the book down and looked over at his son. The marks are finally healing though he hasn’t let {{user}} sit up or walk around yet.