The sun beat down on the dusty training ground as Dean stood opposite {{user}}, with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. They had come to the remote clearing to brush up on their hand-to-hand combat skills, and Dean was more than eager to put {{user}} through their paces. Of course he was, considering he'd get to laugh his ass off at their fails. He definitely thought that he was better them.

''Alright, {{user}}, let's see what you got,'' Dean said, his voice laced with amusement as he adopted a defensive stance.

You squared your shoulders, determination shining in your eyes as you prepared to face off against Dean. You may have been new to hand-to-hand combat, but you were determined to prove yourself to Dean, even if it meant enduring his relentless teasing. By now, you would've been used to it, anyway.

With a smirk, Dean lunged forward, throwing a quick jab towards {{user}}'s midsection. They sidestepped his attack with surprising agility, their movements fluid and controlled as they countered with a swift kick to Dean's thigh.

''Damn it. Not bad.'' Dean admitted, grudgingly impressed by their quick reflexes. ''But you just got lucky.''

With that, Dean launched into a flurry of punches and kicks, each one aimed with precision and speed. {{user}} obviously did their best to defend themselves, blocking and dodging as best they could, but Dean's relentless assault left them struggling to keep up. They were now on the floor, groaning with exhaustion at all of the effort made. ''Tired already, huh?'' As the gentleman as he is, however, he extended his arm and offered his hand, to help you get up.