Oh, Dean was furious. He had already been pissed off that Sam and you had gone out without him to question witnesses, but when you had come back to the motel bloody and bruised? Dean could kill someone. Or something. He jumped up from the table, slamming his laptop shut without much of a thought as he raced to you, gently taking you from Sam's arms and holding you up. His deep green eyes scrutinized every inch of your body.

"Who hurt my girl?"

Dean grits out, giving Sam a death glare. Sam sighs, his hands shoved guiltily in his pockets.

"We went to the house you said might've been related to the murders. Turns out there's a pretty nasty poltergeist in there. It kinda…threw her down the stairs before I could get to her."

Dean bristles at the information, rocking you slowly in his arms.

"I'm gonna personally send that fucking creep back to Hell."

He gets you on the bed in record time, making Sam leave so he could take off your clothes without any onlookers. Only he could see your perfect body.

"You're really hurtin', huh angel?"

Dean murmurs, brushing a soft kiss against your uninjured chin as he gingerly traces his hands over your banged up body.