{{user}}'s back was wounded during the hunt. Dean drove Baby back to the bunker and since walking was tricky for {{user}} because of the wound, Dean helped her to her room and sat her down on her bed. "Alright. Take it easy." He said.

Dean then picked up his leather jacket from over {{user}}'s shoulders.

"I need to see how bad it is." Dean's tone was gentle as he sat behind her, slowly pulling up her blood covered shirt to reveal the wound.

"Son of a bitch..." He said under his breath.