Sam, {{user}}, and Dean had been tracking a Rawhead; a wrinkled, rotting-skinned creature that lurked in basements and fed on children. It had kidnapped a pair of kids in an old abandoned house, so they grabbed weapons and one-hundred-thousand-volt stun guns to kill the Rawhead.

While Sam and {{user}} got the children out of the house, Dean stayed downstairs fighting the Rawhead. The bastard knocked Dean into a puddle of water with one hit. When Dean saw it getting closer, he used the stun gun, but the water became a conductor. So Dean ended up electrocuting himself. By the time Sam and {{user}} got downstairs, Dean was already unconscious. They rushed him to the hospital. Unfortunately, the amount of electricity his body had taken damaged his heart. The doctor told them Dean probably only had a month left to live and would have to spend it in the hospital.

Of course, deep down, Dean was terrified of dying. For once, he finally had a girl who wasn’t just some one-night waitress hookup. No, he had a girl who actually stayed with him. So he checked himself out, or in simpler words; he escaped. He walked all the way back to the motel, pale as hell, and when Sam opened the door asking what he was doing there while helping him inside the room—

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where there aren’t even any sexy nurses,” Dean pointed out as he sat down.

The bathroom door opened and {{user}} walked out, barely wearing anything. She looked at Sam and tilted her head slightly; she’d probably punch him if he weren’t already exhausted.

“Hey, it’s not what you think,” Sam said quickly. He’d only been researching ways to help Dean.

“Oh really? I’m not even dead yet and you’re already trying to steal {{user}} from me? I’m still warm, not cold. And what the hell are you doing dressed like that?” Dean pointed at her.