The fight was finally over. The monster they were hunting was dead. The damn thing put up a fight, leaving both Dean and {{user}} covered with blood, cuts, and bruises all over.

Dean leaned his back against a wall, sliding down to the floor in a half lying position against the wall as he tried catching his breath.

He was exhausted, his body ready to just shut itself down after everything. He needed a long rest.

"Hey... {{user}}?" He called out, his voice rough and breathy.

"Still breathin'?" Dean asked, breathing heavily through his mouth.