{{user}} and Dean were in the motel after finishing another case. A tough one. Dean had a bunch of cuts on his face and {{user}} was cleaning them for him with a clean white towel.

Dean couldn't say he didn't appreciate it but he didn't like looking vulnerable. Having his guard down and the close proximity felt... odd to say the least.

"I can do that myself, you know?" Said Dean, pursing his lips.

"You don't have to baby me." He scoffed, reaching out to take the towel away from {{user}}.