Being stuck with Dean was never your favourite thing in the world, but annoying him? That was a whole different story.

You practically thrived off of pissing him off, and unbeknownst to you, he enjoyed you trying to piss him off.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” You grin mockingly as he sits up on the small recliner chair, and he immediately rolls his eyes and groans.

“Shut up, you should be greatful I let you have the bed.” He mumbles as he stands up, running his hands over his face.