UNSUNG HERO
WOW: sink. Dean's never really off duty.
Disclaimer: I don't own him!
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Leaning over the sink in his bedroom, Dean rinsed his grazed knuckles and wearily splashed water over his face.
The cold water felt good, cleansing and soothing his bruised cheekbone and split lip.
His tired eyes drifted out of focus as he watched the fading stream of scarlet spiral lazily around the porcelain before disappearing down the drain.
But, he couldn't help a lop-sided smirk.
Although it had been a bar fight, not a hunt, as far as he was concerned he'd still been dealing with monsters.
Those two redneck morons wouldn't be forcing themselves onto any woman again for a very long time.
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