"Baby, stay right here."

Dean grits out, his green eyes sharp as he guides you right to his left side. His machete was in his right hand as he scanned the area for any more freaks. You'd already been attacked by seven monsters today. Benny had separated from you to find food a while ago, and Dean was eager to get you back to the makeshift camp where it was safer.

"I'm gonna wash you off when we get back. You've got blood all over ya."

Dean sighs, his thumb gently rubbing some off your neck. He hated that you were here too. You didn't deserve any of this, not to him. Cas was trapped somewhere down here too, if not already dead. Dean would never forgive himself if something happened to you either.

"Benny's back."

You sigh with relief as you point out his form lingering in the trees next to your tent. Tent was a loose term. More like a shelter Dean had built out of wood and leaves. It was right on a creek, which was nice. Made it easier to clean up after fighting for your life all damn day.

"Good."

Dean grunted, seeing that Benny had food started over a fire.

"You need to eat. All skin and bones."

You can catch the hint of worry in his voice as he dumps off his backpack outside of your tent.