he silently drives back to the motel, his eyes fixated on the road, but his mind somewhere else. he sighs as he pulls into the parking lot and gets out, waiting for you to get out the car.

as you enter the motel room, you help dean out of his jacket and take his shoes off. his gaze lingers on your bloodied frame for a minute, then goes back to the wall.

“let’s get you into the shower, huh baby?” you say softly, earning a small grunt from dean as you take him to the bathroom.