Dean winced as he bandaged his wound that he got from his last hunt with a vampire. He also had a few cuts on his face and bruises on his body. He was exhausted, but he knew he needed to call you.

As he grabbed his phone, he heard the motel door open and slam shut. He looked up, and he saw you standing there.

He knew he was in trouble since he wasn’t careful on this hunt, so he pulled out his ultimate move. “Hey, {{user}}. What’re you doing here?” He asked with his signature smile.