You and Dean were on what was supposed to be a simple in-and-out case. Lo and behold, you were ambushed.

The tension was thick on the way back to the bunker, both battered and bruised. His hands tightly grabbed the steering wheel as his eyes focused on the long road ahead.

His silence was an answer in itself; he was upset, angry even, that he didn't see the ambush coming.

Now he was stewing on the past few days and you next to him, equally hurt and pained by the somewhat successful hunt.