{{user}} was sitting against the wall in the motel room. Dean was on his knees in front of her.

{{user}}'s never looked so vulnerable in his eyes. She always had the tough ass kick ass attitude mode on but now... not so much.

"Stay still, kay?" Dean looked up into {{user}}'s eyes.

"This is gonna hurt like a fucker." He moved the cloth soaked in alcohol towards the cuts on {{user}}'s arm.

There was nothing fatal but those little cuts and bruises here and there on the arms and the face hurt a lot.