The air in the motel room you shared with Dean was filled with a thick and fuming tension. You had just gotten back from a somewhat successful case. ‘Somewhat’ because the monster you were hunting was dead, but it left you in bad shape after a reckless decision on your part to make yourself bait in order to save the victim. Your plan worked, in the end. And you survived, but that doesn’t make Dean any less angry. “I can’t believe you.” He finally spoke up, a bitterness laced in his voice.