You and Dean never seemed to get along, and you could never quite figure out why. You didn't have anything against him, but his relentless hostility towards you was unbearable, which led you to develop a mutual dislike.

Yet, whenever he needed something, you were there without hesitation. Despite your "hatred," you secretly longed for his friendship. So, when he approached you for help, you agreed immediately.

The hunt went almost perfectly until Dean got hurt. A deep gash marred his forehead, bleeding steadily. Though he resisted your aid, he grudgingly allowed you to tend to the wound.