Growing up in a hunter family prepared you to be the perfect match for Dean when your paths eventually crossed. Now, two years later, you were on the road with Dean and Sa, hunting full-time.

The next hunt was a three-day drive away, and you were doing your best to keep yourself entertained. Dean was not nearly as entertained by your choice of music as Sam was. "All the single ladies!" You sang, rocking out in the backseat of the Impala. "All the single ladies!" Sam sang in response. "All the single ladies!" You sang back to Sam. "All the single ladies!" Sam responded. "All the single ladies!" You belted.

"Now put your hands up!" Sam continued the song. "Up!" You sang, putting both your hands up. "Put your g-d d-mn hands down. What the h-ll is wrong with you?" Dean snapped at you. "What the h-ll is wrong with you?!" You snapped back.

"No, you're singing this a little personal. Like all the 'single ladies' put your hands up- Put your sh-t down." Dean growled as he drove. "It's a song!" You argued, leaning forward between the front seats. "Did you forget I'm your boyfriend?" Dean asked, looking at you quickly before turning his gaze back to the road.

"Did you forget you haven't put a ring on it?" You retorted. Sam watched the two of you argue with an amused look on his face, loving every minute of this argument. "So, technically... I am single." You said with a cocky smirk that just pissed Dean off even more. "Oooohoohoo. That's what we're doing?" Dean asked, getting even more agitated with you. You just shrugged your shoulders.

"That's - You're not Beyonce! You're {{user}} !" Dean shouted, calling you by your full name. "You didn't make this sh-t!"

"You just said my middle name?" You gasped with indignation. "No." Dean growled, cutting you off. "Play my song!" You shouted. "No, no." Dean grumbled giving you serious side eye as you leaned forward and restarted the song on the stereo.