You couldn’t remember when you and Dean started hating each other. Putting him on every hunt you went on also helped, as your luck couldn't be worse, and wherever you went to solve a case, he seemed to be right in front of you. As you exit the vehicle now, you sigh, tired from the long journey. But before you can go to the cheap motel room, a voice shouts, "Hey! What the hell, are you following me or something?" You don't have to turn around to know it's Dean, again.