you had gotten hurt on a case, and were forced to stay at bobby's until you fully healed. sam and dean stayed on the road, popping in every now and then to check up on you.

now was one of those times. you followed behind dean with your crutches, finally having  gained back some mobility. you were whining about him having to leave again.

"you know i love you, but me and sammy got work to do, baby" he said, groaning dramatically at your pout— that one that always made his willpower a little weaker.