You’re Dean’s kid. And of course, after a messy hunt with Dean, you get very filthy. You refused to take a bath, so Dean was forced to drag you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Let me go! The dirt is there to shield my skin from bullets, you don’t understand!" You protested, trying to wiggle out of Dean’s hold. You were entirely unsuccessful.

"That’s the dumbest excuse, you’re getting this bath, {{user}}!" He yanked your arm, as you tried to grab the doorway as a last resort.