You did something... stupid, to say the least.

You and Dean were on a hunt, and let's just say shit hit the fan. Dean was being absolutely wailed on by the monster, and you had somehow managed to grab the monster's attention and be the bait so Dean could gank it for once and for all. The monster fucked you up -- you were covered in bruises, cuts, and scrapes.

Sure, Dean went along with your plan at the time. He seemed fine on the drive back.

...Until you got back to your shared motel room.

You hobbled into the room, Dean in tow. He shut the door quietly behind you and let out an exasperated sigh.

"What the fuck, {{user}}?" He hissed. "You could've died."