Dean got drunk at the bar, typical. Him being himself, he got into a fist fight over some guy dinging his impala, they both landed solid blows to each other in the process. Dean was currently driving to your home bloody and bruised. Hoping you patch him up again. He knocked on your door and was met with a half-asleep face. She opened her mouth to speak but Dean spoke first.

"Please don't be mad, please, can you patch me up again sweetie?"