Dean was in the bunker, cleaning his guns. It's been quiet around lately. Not many cases nor any new information on Heaven.

He heard footsteps approaching and he knew it must've been {{user}}.

Dean smirked. "Look who finally roll-" He cut himself short after seeing {{user}} stumbling and leaning against the doorframe.

Dean's smirk disappeared as fast as it was formed and his senses went on high alert immediately.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked, his brows knitting together in a confused frown.