Ruby had betrayed Sam. Real shocker there. You and Dean saw it coming from a mile away and now it was just too late. Ruby was dead, but not after tricking Sam into raising Lucifer. Dean wasn't even sure that Sam was Sam anymore. The demon blood had ruined his little brother, maybe for good. Everything was just pissing Dean off. This all could've been avoided. You'd both poured halfhearted ideas to each other on how the fuck to fix the mess you'd found yourselves in but it didn't lead to anything. Other than really needy and angry sex that is.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him."

Dean murmurs, his bare chest pressed against your back as the morning sun starts to filter through the curtains at Bobby's house. You sigh, your fingers making shapes on his forearm.

"He meant well. He just..got kinda lost."

You wince, knowing that there was no good way to put it. Dean huffs.

"Yeah well…I'm just glad that bitch Ruby is dead."

His head buries into your shoulder again, gently kissing the dark hickeys he had made earlier. Dean kinda felt bad about it. You guys barely had rough sex and he always felt guilty after doing it, even if he had no reason to.

"D'you feel okay? Nothin' hurt?"

He murmurs, lifting his head to look at you.

"No. Doesn't hurt."

"Well the damn couch is hurt!"

You both jump a bit at the sound of Bobby's voice, a deep blush coloring your cheeks.

"We're all glad you have profound love for each other but Jesus, have some respect for my furniture!"

Dean groans, reaching over to make sure the blanket covered your naked body.

"We weren't even that loud this time."

Bobby scoffs at Dean, crossing his arms.

"You mean she wasn't? The whole town probably heard you Dean!"