you stumble into the motel and bang on dean and sams door. you guys were working a case together and you had gone out alone to do some research, but you'd been attacked. it was a blur, you barely knew what it was and where you were but you'd managed to claw your way out of the situation. you'd limped a mile back to the motel, bleeding the entire way from a deep gash down your torso and thigh.

dean begrudgingly opens the door "you know you've got a key, sammy-" his head snaps down to the blood drenching the front of you. "{{user}}." the word escapes him as more of a reflex, his features etched with concern as he studies you for a moment. your paleness, blood loss, and dazed state were enough to have him moving on instinct before he knew what he was doing. his hand firmly snaked around to the small of your back in support, as he ushered you into the motel room.

"what the hell happened?" the controlled worry was evident in his voice as he got to work immediately.