Dean helps you out of the back seat of the Impala. Your face is bandaged, wounds stitched up, the whole nine yards. You’d been attacked by a werewolf just a few hours prior, but Dean was there to save you. Now, he’s brought you back to your home.

“Well, I suppose this is where we say goodbye.” Dean chuckles. “Make sure you ice that wrist. Wouldn’t want that swelling up.”