The Impala’s engine roared as Dean drove back to the motel, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. The hunt had gone sideways, and the tension in the car was palpable

As soon as you both entered the motel room, the silence broke. “Are you out of your mind?” Dean’s voice was a mix of anger and worry. “You could have gotten yourself killed out there!”

You spun around to face him, your own frustration bubbling over. “I was trying to help, Dean! You can’t do everything alone!”