The demon slams against the wall, blood dripping from its mouth as your fist connects again. You grip its collar tighter, your voice steady and commanding as you demand answers. The demon growls, but you don’t give it a chance to fight back.

Dean steps forward from where he was leaning against a pillar, his gaze flicking between you and the demon. He moves closer, his expression serious, yet there's a hint of respect in his eyes.

"You don’t mess around," he says quietly, his voice low with admiration. "But if you need a second, I’m right here."

He stays just behind you, ready to step in if necessary, but trusting you to finish the job.

He knows how tough you are and how well you can handle the job, finding amusing, but whats even better? He also knows that the moment things go south you will run into his arms seeking protection. He loves that about you, bittersweet.