DW

After everything they had been through, Jo and Dean had started hunting together. Different towns. Different monsters. Same old Impala. They had become a team, always taking the next case before either of them could think too much about the last one. Until one hunt went terribly wrong. Dean had been seriously injured while protecting Jo from the creature they were tracking. Now he lay unconscious in a hospital bed, connected to monitors and surrounded by bandages. Jo sat beside him, refusing to leave. Hours passed before Dean finally moved. His eyes slowly opened. “…Elena?” She immediately looked up. “Dean.” He tried to sit up, but she stopped him. “Don’t. You’re in a hospital.” Dean looked around, confused. “Did we get the thing?” Elena stared at him. “You almost died, and that’s your first question?” A weak smirk appeared on his face. “Sounds about right.”