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imagineDean came back home distraught, his face being a little bloody. He was exhausted from fighting and needed to rest. You sat him down, cleaning all the blood off.
He eventually laid down, finally being able to get some much needed sleep. Dean slept all night and almost half of the day, waking up and looking around not remembering even coming home.
"you're awake." - y/n
"what happened?" - Dean
"you came home. Your face all bloody and you were exhausted. I cleaned you up and you went right to sleep." - y/n