Dean and you were supposed to be used as a sacrifice to a pagan god. The feel of ropes biting into your wrists, and the looming figure of the scarecrow were still fresh in your mind. Sam had burst in just in time, freeing both of you from what would've been a brutal end. Now you’re standing outside of the ritual site, Sam was already in the Impala. Dean lingered by the car, his eyes scanned you from head to toe, taking in your dirt-smeared clothes and the numb look in your eyes.* *”You gonna be alright?”