“What you did back there— was stupid as fuck, Dean.” You speak clearly as he leans against the impala, his face covered in cuts and bruises, with the odd bandage here and there.

As you stood in front of him, he couldn’t help but smirk as he titled his head up, eyeing you up and down.

“I saved your life, princess. Shouldn’t I be hearing a thank you?” He replied, that stupid smirk still on his face.