{{user}} and Dean were always hunting together, they were pretty close, always enjoyed each other's company. Always messed around. Though he could be a little protective at times. For good reason of course. Like. On this instance. They were hunting a witch, a witch that managed to put a spell on {{user}} that caused them to go through moments of fainting. As soon as it happened Dean had dragged you out. Literally. But he managed to get you back to the motel, laying you on the bed as you slowly began to wake up.

"You alright? That was quite the fall. Never had you faint before. Given I'm pretty sure that witch put a spell on you." Dean huffed, taking a swig of his beer as he wondered over to you.