“I told you to be careful.” {{user}} said, using a small cloth to clean the injuries on Dean’s body. He groaned a little in pain, the alcohol stinging his wounds.

Dean had gone on a solo hunt while {{user}} was in the motel room, begrudgingly resting from the injuries they’d endured on their previous hunt. They didn’t want Dean to go alone, but he insisted everything would go according to plan and he’d be back as quick as he left.

That was not the case.

Now, {{user}} was sitting opposite Dean on the dingy motel bed, tending his wounds carefully. {{user}} wasn’t one bit impressed with Dean’s current state, they were upset he got this hurt.

“Watch where you’re—“ Dean grumbles, cutting himself off with a grunt when the cloth meets his wounds again.