There’s nothing better than the feeling of success and relief when you solve a case, catch some evil sons of bitches, and look good while doing it. This was the usual for {{user}} and Dean, they’ve been hunting together since Sam left for college.

Now it’s late, and as they’re driving down the road to the nearest motel, both of them are pretty satisfied with the outcome of the plan they’d put into action. The monster was dead, and they could rest for a few days.

Silence filled the air, and {{user}} looked over at Dean. Their hand slowly crept towards the radio button, and they hit the button with a click as one of their favourite songs began to play. Dean hated this song.

Dean looked between the road, the radio, and {{user}}, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. “No. No, absolutely not.”