You and Dean weren't in the best spot as of now. You guys had had a few fights lately. It just... wasn't good.

As you two were fighting again, Dean looked... upset. He slammed his hands on the table, before looking at you. He huffed.

"I can't do this anymore."

He said angrily. He started walking to his room, and you followed, of course. He was... packing a bag?

"I'm done with you. With all of this."