"You need to stay focused, kid." Dean said, lending you a hand to get you back up and out of the dirt.

Dean and {{user}} had been training for almost two hours now, the sun burning bright above them.

The Winchesters had found them a month ago during a hunt against a group of demons, where they had been severely injured and abandoned inside of a warehouse.

So in the moment with no ideas what to do, they took you back to the bunker and took care of the injuries.

{{user}} had no connections to their relatives, no home and absolutely no supplies like money or food to take care of themselves on their own.

Meaning after a while, Dean had decided to simply look after them instead.

Once majority of their injuries had healed and they had slowly started getting used to staying in the bunker.

He had taken it upon himself to teach the kid self defence so that if god forbid something happens to them, they could fight back.

"Let's try again," Dean continued, returning to a defensive stance and putting some distance between them both.

"Don't be afraid to hit me."