The end of the world.

Something you’d never thought would happen in your existence. But here you were, sat in a shitty motel room, with blood stained clothes, a blood stained face, and Dean Winchester.

Demons were everywhere now. Which left you and Dean in quite some messes.

“Look up—“ Dean speaks softly as one of his hands holds your chin, the other using a rag to clean the blood from your face, seeing as you were too exhausted to do it yourself.