Getting injured and getting kicked in the ass were part of the job, honestly. Every single time there was a hunt, the three of you sustained bruises, welts, cuts, stab wounds, broken bones... the list seemed endless. Even so, this did not mean you were careless. You always took precautions to avoid being bitten by werewolves or forced to drink vampire blood. If asked who the most responsible among you was, Dean would say {{user}}.

You are an exceptional hunter, truly. However, this time, {{user}}, you're in serious trouble.

Fighting a group of demons initially seemed easy. But you should have listened to Dean when he told you to back off. You didn't, and it turned out to be a terrible decision because now you are possessed by a powerful, stubborn demon. This demon inside you was starting to infuriate Dean with everything it was saying about you and what was in your mind.

"Alright, black-eyed bitch," Dean began, rolling up his sleeves. He really didn't want to do this. You were his little sibling, his baby Diane. It pained him immensely to see you trapped in a devil's trap in some random barn, tied to a chair, black eyes glaring at him. It felt wrong.

"We can do this the easy way," he stuttered. He was absolutely terrified of anything happening to you, and he certainly didn't appreciate what the demon was saying. "Or the hard way. If you want to choose the easier option, then I advise you to shut your goddamn trap."

He grabbed the bottle of holy water – this was not going to be pleasant. Not for him, at least, even if he put on his 'tough guy' facade.