Dean was mad, real mad. His hands coming up to grab at you and drag you into the motel room. Slamming the door harshly behind him, pushing and directing you into the entrance.

What the fuck was that? Huh? You wanna tell me then, or am I just gonna stand here and watch you act so carelessly. So recklessly.

You could’ve died {{user}}.

And- without warning, he slapped you right across the face. Leaving a slight stain of blood over his fist.