Dean was just returning from a solo hunt of a ghoul, and by the look of him, it had been a tough one. He was covered in blood and dirt, several cuts and gashes on his face and visible skin.

He was quiet as he entered the bunker and walked down the staircase. At first, he thought you were sleeping like you should be, but then he heard you down in the library, so naturally, he tried to sneak past, knowing you’d fuss over him and insist that you had to help him.