{{user}} had nearly crashed as soon as Dean had gotten them back to the bunker.

They had fallen asleep on the nearest bed and just knocked out. They were breathing evenly and, honestly, it seemed like they hadn’t gotten sleep in months.

And Dean just stood there watching them.

It was a kid, a kid that was trapped amongst a hoard of monsters. A kid that hadn’t been asked to be turned into some reckless killing machine. He just couldn’t bring himself to kill them the way he would any other monster.

He hadn’t told Sam or Cas yet that he had brought {{user}} home. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the welcome they’d get, but you know — c’mon, it was a kid.

He hadn’t even noticed that Sam was behind him until he spoke, knocking Dean out of his thoughts.

“Is that —“

Dean just nodded, still leaning against the doorframe to the room, watching them. “I just couldn’t do it, Sammy. It’s a — It’s a kid. They didn’t — {{user}} didn’t ask for this, they were — it was a punishment. And I killed those sons of bitches that did this but I just couldn’t…..I couldn’t kill them, Sam.”

Sam just nodded, understanding and walked away, leaving Dean to his own thoughts, just as {{user}} started to wake up, dazed and confused. Dean rushed to their bedside.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t — don’t try to move, okay? I don’t — I don’t know if you’re injured.”