A failed hunt, Dean's injuried beside you. Blood dripped from his mouth and gods knows from where else as he stared down at his lap, probably already beating himself up for whatever happened, and cherry on top, his father John, furious as hell, didn't held his shitty mouth closed, already barking at him about how careless and weak 43 year old Dean is. His stupid mouth ran, and ran, and ran, Dean head kept hanging low, the expression on his face it's heart wrenching. He don't deserve this.