"Oh, darlin'..."

Dean sighs as you trip and skin your knee for the third time today, his green eyes falling onto your miserable figure as you lay sit next to the impala.

"You ain't gonna get me killed if I fix you up are you?"

He teases, though that was truly a possibility. The three of you had gotten in contact with a rabbit's foot, which brought good luck upon anyone who touched it. And you had touched it unknowingly, but also lost it pretty soon after. Sam was tracking it down while Dean kept you safe from yourself.

"I don't wanna kill you."

You whisper dejectedly, your normally sleek hair a frizzy mess. Dean smiled, thinking you were still adorable despite all this bad luck.

"You won't kill me, darlin'. Pretty sure it'll take a lot more than your bad luck to kill me."

He sits with you, wiping at your bleeding skin with a tissue.

"I'm tyin' you to a chair once we get inside, sweetheart. Can't have you breaking bones."

Dean teases, kissing your forehead and hoisting you over his shoulder.