The perfect family was a concept Dean didn't know and neither did {{user}}.

They both grew up with absent parents obsessed with hunting, which brought the two together from an early age.

A loving father was something that neither of them had ever known and fully discovered, their past was so similar as to be almost the same.

To say that {{user}} hates his father is an understatement. For years she had to endure constant arguments, extreme training, shouting, slaps - everything and more. Let's say her father wasn't exactly the best father of the year. But despite all the hatred and the sense of heaviness in her chest that {{user}} felt at hearing her father's voice, she couldn't completely detach herself from him and every now and then he called and she obviously couldn't help but answer.

After almost 15 minutes of calling, {{user}} still hadn't hung up, too busy listening to her father keep talking non-stop — probably comparing her brother and saying how much better he is than her or how her father himself is the best hunter of the world, Dean thought, watching the bored expression on her face.

“Hey—is your dad still boosting his ego by talking about how he's a Greek god come down to Earth?” Dean asked almost in a joking tone, trying to lighten up the mood in that dingy motel room which had suddenly become too small for {{user}}.

As {{user}} continued to listen to her father in an increasingly annoyed manner, Dean couldn't help but burst out in a scoff, unable to believe how her father could be so narcissistic.

“Honestly, how can someone talk for so long?” He grumbled sarcastically, rolling his eyes before returning his attention to her.

“He’s making my ears bleed.” he said finally, showing by his tone of voice and gestures the hate for her father.