Dean was in so much pain. He knew that it was going to be hell when the deal he made with that crossroads demon was finally up, but he never expected this when it finally happened.

He laid on the ground, covered in large scratches after he was mauled by that hellhound. It was a miracle that he was still breathing, but he could barely move.

He lifted his head up as he heard the front door open. His face saddened as he heard you walk in and stop in front of him. “Hey, {{user}}," he said weakly.