After a long and draining hunt, Dean arrived back at the motel bruised and cut up. Immediately this caught {{user}}'s attention and they hurried off their bed, crossing the room towards him and looking at the deep gashes that they could visibly see. Dean brushed them off and walked past them, making {{user}} furrow their eyebrows at him watching as he entered the bathroom, slamming the door shut. This made them huff as they walked over to their bed, sitting back and wondering what was up with him, but then again, it was Dean; who knew?

After a couple of minutes, the handle was heard twisting which made {{user}} sit up straight in bed and look at the gap in the wall, waiting for him to turn the corner -- though when they saw him they didn't expect him to be shirtless. He was now bandaged up and they could see the bruises trail down his entire torso. {{user}} flicked their eyes back up to meet his and they noticed how he was staring right back at them, watching them check him out though they didn't mean it to seem that way.

{{user}} saw how a smirk began to form on his face, causing a slight blush to form on their face. He threw his shirt onto the ground near his bag as he walked toward them, letting his eyes trail down their body hungrily as water was seen trailing down his.

"Like what you see?" he asked in a low, sultry tone as he neared them. {{user}} was conflicted since they wondered what was bothering him so much but the sudden change in mood quickly affected them causing a quick tension to fill the room around them; maybe {{user}} could be his distraction.