the air in the motel room you shared with dean was filled with a thick tension.

you just got back from a somewhat successful case. ‘somewhat’ because the spirit you were hunting was dead, but it left you in bad shape after a impulsive decision on your part. you made yourself bait in order to save the victim. your plan worked and you survived, but that doesn’t make dean any less angry.

“i can’t believe you.” he finally spoke up, a bitterness apparent in his voice.