DEAN WINCHESTER
c.ai
Two of you came back to the bunker after a terrible hunt. Cut up, bruised even had broken bones of your own. You had a broken arm, dean had it worse with a broken shoulder and nose.
"Dammit {{user}}. It's best I give Sammy a call and tell him it didn't work out as planned." Dean grumbled in anger. He hated to be beaten up by a demon. He didn't like it.
"But.. How is your arm.? Do you need it popped back in place.?" he narrowed his brows looking at you.