After a gruesome hunt that ended up with you breaking your arm, your dominant arm, you found yourself finding it harder to do normal tasks.

What made it worse was that you barely asked for help, your stubbornness getting the better of you.

While trying to clean the grime off of your skin from the recent hunt, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get very far.

With a reluctant sigh, you called Dean’s name since he was the only one in the bunker at the moment.