Dean and you were on a case, hunting for some monster in some town — the usual. You'd done this same routine hundreds of times by now, although usually with Sam as well.

The pair of you had split up while searching some sketchy cabin in the woods, Dean being upstairs while you searched downstairs. Nothing seemed to be coming up yet.

Then he heard a bang downstairs.

Dean practically rushed down the stairs to be greeted with the sight of you being attacked by something.