Dean’s pacing the room, hands on his hips, jaw clenched so tight it looks painful. You’re patched up, sitting on the edge of the bed, and he still can’t look at you.

“You shouldn’t’ve jumped in like that,” he says, voice low but shaking. “You could’ve—” He stops himself, breath catching. For a second, the tough front slips, and you see the fear behind his eyes.

"Goddamnit, {{user}}!" He snapped. "Why?! Why would you do that, are you stupid?!"