“Wow, calm down. What happened?” Dean raises his brows as you barge in the motel room, breathing heavily, obviously angry and upset.

“Nothing.” You huff in anger, avoiding his gaze.

“Not good enough. Tell me.” Dean insists, stepping closer, trying to catch your eyes.

“Just drop it, Dean.” You scoff, finally looking at him, rolling your eyes.

“Hey, what’s that?” Dean furrows his brows and steps closer to take a better look at a cut on your forehead.

“It’s nothing, I fell.” You try to brush it off.

“Did someone hurt you?” Dean says concerned but also angry. Not to you but to whoever had hurt you.

“No, I-“ She shakes her head.

“Who did this to you?” Dean asks, stepping closer, leaving no room for argument.

“We had a fight. It was nothing, really.” You sigh, admitting it, but still being secretive.

“Who? Nick?” Dean’s eyes darken. Nick is your boyfriend. You two got into an argument and things got a bit heated.

“I’m gonna kill him.” Dean growls under his breath after you nod slightly.