In the middle of his forehead, he has the biggest scratches caused by the werewolf he has just hunted. Dean's tired and he needs to clean those stupid cuts in the middle of his face before they get infected.

Bobby's place is closer than any motel, so he decides to spend the night there. He's walking his way through the living room to go into the kitchen, when he sees someone familiar already there. He doesn't know you personally, but you look familiar.

"Whoah." Dean says. "You're not Bobby."