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Dean cursed loudly as he tossed his dirty duffle bag on to the motel room floor before flicking on the light. Dean gave his hand a shake causing blood to splatter onto the floor from the wound running from his wrist to hand more specifically a two-inch wide gash that from a werewolf's claw that had just managed to catch him as he shot it. Dean shrugged off his jacket before tossing the muddy garment onto the back of one of the crappy, unstable motel room chairs that was partially pulled out from the equally crappy motel room round table. Dean cursed again as the wound throbbed from the fabric of his jacket brushing over it causing him to head