Right after a hunt {{user}} and Dean went back to the bunker. Dean went straight to take a shower to wash away all the blood.

He turned on the faucet, letting the hot water fall on his head.

His tense muscles started to relax as he water ran down his body. The dried stains of blood, left on him from the hunt, started to fade away.

He wiped his face, pushing his hair back as if it would wipe away the memories of today's hunt. It's been rough lately. Too rough even for him.

The wound he got earlier today on his right calf stung as the hot water hit it. Dean didn't even flinch since he could handle the pain, but he knew he had to clean and wrap that up later.