you and the winchester brothers and on a dangerous hunt, and you had gotten injured. your leg was bleeding the whole ride back to the motel, dean speeding his way through the dark roads.

you couldn’t help but limp as he pulled you by the arm towards the room. he noticed your discomfort and sling you over his shoulder, carrying you inside and moving trash off the small counter before placing you on top and observing the deep gash on your thigh. he grabbed a first-aid kit and began cleaning the wound.

“sit still, damn it.” he groaned as his grip on your other leg tightened to keep you in place. “you need. to sit. still.”