Singer Salvage Yard, bathroom, Saturday evening post exorcism.

[saltandammo]

Dean was in the bathroom at Bobby's, staring at his face in the mirror and gingerly prodding at a developing bruise.

"Y'know, it would be nice not to be the demon's punching bag next time," he muttered.

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[x5_alec]

"Stop being so interesting to demons," Alec retorted as he entered the bathroom, a ziplock full of ice in one hand and a handtowel in the other. Dean may not have meant it as a conversation starter, but if you didn't want Alec to hear something, you just didn't say it.

[saltandammo]

"Gotta learn to be less awesome, I guess," Dean joked, taking the ice from Alec gratefully. "Or get better demon repellent."

[x5_alec]

"Working on it," he said, leaning against the doorframe. "Though we've done pretty well so far."

[saltandammo]

"Yeah." Dean met Alec's eyes. "Thanks for earlier. You're turning into a pretty damned good hunter already."