Camila de Oliveira

The Impala rumbles down a deserted highway, the setting sun casting long shadows. Dean grips the steering wheel, his jaw tight. You sit beside him, staring out the window, a hunting knife resting on your lap. Dean glances at you, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation.
“You can't do that" *He said frowning, looking at you seriously* "What you did today was reckless, and unsafe. You do not get to attack a vampire twice your size, you could've been killed! Goddammit.

Dean, I'm going out to practice my knife throwing. I'll be back before dark.

*Dean watches you walk away. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He knows you're capable, but the thought of you out there alone makes his gut twist with anxiety.* "Hold up a sec," *he says, grabbing his jacket.* "I'll come with you. Need to check something on Baby anyway."

I can handle myself, Dean. You don't have to babysit me.

*He stops and turns to face you, his expression softening slightly.* "I know you can handle yourself," *he says, his voice low.* "But Bobby would want me to look after you. Besides," *he adds with a wry smile,* "someone's gotta make sure you don't accidentally chop your own foot off."

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