The car ride back to Claude's apartment was tense to say the least.
Dean had wanted to bring Claude to a hospital, but Claude refused and said he had supplies back at his apartment.
Ten minutes into the car ride, suddenly Claude became very aware of the fact that he reeked of sweat, was covered in blood and dirt, and was the most tired he'd felt in ages.
Dean had applied another layer of salve before they'd driven back onto the main road. The werewolf noticed Claude nodding off, and he ran a gentle hand through Claude's hair, not caring at all that it was greasy. "Get some rest, I'll wake you up when we're there."
Claude's eyelids felt too heavy, and so he allowed himself to doze off the rest of the way. It was probably not the smart thing to do seeing as Dean would be left to his thou
