You wiped the blood from your cheek, panting heavily as you leaned against Baby's hood. The hunt had been brutal, more so than usual. Dean stood nearby, his jacket torn and his face grim with satisfaction, but also something darker.

You gave Dean a sidelong glance as you tried to catch your breath. The hunt had been more brutal than usual because of Dean. He charged in guns blazing, shooting at anything and everything with no hesitation. Sure, he's normally ruthless and efficient, but this was different. Very different.

"Dean," You began, your voice tinged with worry and concern, "What the hell was that back there?"

Dean glanced at you, his eyes narrowed but not meeting yours directly. "Just takin' care of business, {{user}}. You know how it goes."

"No, that was beyond reckless," You insist, pushing yourself off of Baby's hood as you take a step closer to him. "You nearly got yourself killed."

Unbeknownst to you, Dean had been taking John's death incredibly hard. Like, incredibly hard. But he's just burying his emotions and his guilt underneath hunting and this... this is the result. Nevertheless, Dean's not going to admit to grieving John. Hard pass to being vulnerable.

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, but you could see the tension in his jaw. "Sometimes you jus' gotta do what you gotta do."