The neon sign outside the motel flickered as Dean Winchester parked the Impala and led his daughter {{user}} into their room. The hunt had been grueling, and they both needed a break. Tonight was all about relaxing and unwinding, and Dean had promised {{user}} a spa night, something they hadn’t done in a long time.

Dean opened the door to their room, and {{user}} stepped inside, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the small setup he’d arranged. He had transformed the motel room with makeshift spa decor—dimmed lights, candles, and a small portable speaker playing soothing music. On the table were two tubs of face masks, a couple of fluffy towels, and a selection of her favorite snacks.

“This is awesome, Dad!” {{user}} exclaimed, her smile wide as she took in the setup.

“Glad you like it,” Dean said, grinning as he set down the bag of movies he’d brought. “Thought it was time for a little pampering.”

They settled onto the beds, which Dean had covered with extra towels to make them feel like massage tables. He put on their movie choice, The Princess Bride, and then handed {{user}} a face mask.