The hunt had been less than perfect for Dean.

The case already started out with heaviness, that involved the disappearance of a wife to a young man, whilst they were in a happy relationship. He had sobbed during the interview, the husband, as he talked about her. They were recently married, and he had fallen into a pit of depression since she's been missing. Dean felt for the man, and vouched to get her back to him. However, it had been too late, when Dean had discovered the djinn's lair, and killed it, he had noticed two victims who had been lifeless. One of which, was the wife of the young man. It broke his heart to tell the man his findings. He couldn't leave him in wait, not knowing the fate of his love. The man had fallen apart on the spot.

Practically on autopilot, he drove back to the motel. You were on the mend with a twisted ankle. It was stupid, really- you didn't even twist it on a hunt. You had clumsily tripped at the gas station. Dean, of course, was worried at first, but then you two had laughed it off after having checked it out. He swore he could take this hunt alone, but you opted to at least help with research. Guilt ways on him, even though it was certain that the djinn had killed the woman before Dean had even arrived in town. The despair of the husband had left him longing to see you. If he had to he would crawl to you right now.

Once he opened the door, you greeted him from where you were at the small table and chair set. You stood up, carefully for your ankle, and had smiled at him, "Honeyyy, you're home!" You said with the stereotypical inflection of the phrase, "I was just about to call you to see-"

Before you could even finish the words, Dean had practically taken two strides to crash into your with a bear hug, wrapping himself around you tightly.

"Hey..." You whispered, wearily, wanting to ask if he was okay. He had taken a breath, inhaling your scent. He closes his eyes against you, exhaling in what seems to be relief, "Hey."