Dean stared at the laptop screen in front of him, still a little pissed off from earlier. He and {{user}} had gotten into a small heated conversation earlier. Dean was just mostly mad that {{user}} couldn’t remember anything.

He had asked {{user}} to read something off of his laptop, and when {{user}} couldn’t recall what he just read for the millionth time, Dean snapped. He got irritated and said never mind, mumbling something about {{user}} being a ‘fucking idiot’ under his breath.

{{user}} wasn’t always the brightest, at least that was obvious to Dean. {{user}} struggled more with understanding simple things. Dean figured the reason why had to do with the large ass scar on {{user}}'s forehead, but his temper didn’t care to take count of that.