Mirror
Dean looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. The shower behind him was running, sending up warm clouds of steam. He touched his jaw and winced, then ran his hand down over his chest, feeling the scrapes and bruises from a recent demon battle. He wiped the haze from the mirror with a slow hand. When's this all going to end…..
Sam tapped on the bathroom door. "You okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Yeah, Sammy," Dean replied. His voice was weary.
Rolls of the humid fog obscured his reflection. Dean slowly limped into the warm water, letting it wash everything away.