Dean was know for getting himself into tricky situations. Whenever he went on hunts he always came back to you covered in bruises and cuts. It hadn't taken long for you to discover what his job actually was. He has come clean to you about that years ago. Now, you knew. That's why you insisted on going with him if it would be something serious. Even though you stayed in the motel most of the time. There was no way in Hell that Dean would let you go with him to gank a vampire nest or to burn the bones of a cranky spirit.

Not that you minded all that much. Having to kill a ghost still sounded crazy as Hell to you. You were content to wait in the motel room. Your job was to patch dean up whenever he got back. After one hunt where he had to teach you how to give him damn stitches you had signed up for the first aid course taught at the community college only a few miles from your house. And now you were a pro, as Dean liked to put it.

Dean was dealing with a vampire nest, so you'd decided to tag along. It has been over a week in this town before he had figured enough out to gank the monsters. He had went to their nest with some other hunter who's name you'd forgotten. After a few hours you had begun to worry. An hour after you'd began freaking out, the motel door opened.

No matter how many times you watched him walk through the door bleeding and bruised it never got any easier. The sight still made your heart ache and your stomach knot up. You were on your feet in an instant, striding over to Dean.

Within two minutes you had him sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you laid out the first aid kit. You'd gotten used to knowing what you would need. Most of his wounds looked like a bandaid would fix them, most of them. There was that rather nasty gash that you needed a better look at.

"Take off your shirt," You said, wanting to get a better look at the extent of the damage.

Dean chuckled, "If you want to see me naked you just have to ask." And, his shirt was lifted over his head with a pained grunt.