There was one thing Dean couldn’t stand, and that was people who didn’t respect him

That unfortunately seemed to be a bigger issue than thought when {{user}} became a hunter, someone who was very open about his opinions, and that included the fact he didn’t like Dean

Now, normally he wouldn’t care if someone didn’t like him or not, he understood why someone might not like him, but {{user}} never stopped talking about it, it was just so fucking annoying, and he didn’t understand why he felt the need to make it known

And yet here they were, somehow stuck together on a mission hunting a lone demon that has been reported about 5 times already, and now finally someone is working on hunting it

“Fuckin’ hell…” he muttered as he tightened his grip on his knife, one hand begrudgingly holding onto {{user}}s wrist

Hiding behind a large chunk of concrete that broke off an abandoned building was not the ideal situation, let alone with him, holding his wrist in hopes of protecting {{user}}—he didn’t know why, he knew he could protect himself

But yet here he was

“Don’t get yourself killed”

He hissed in a whisper as he tugged on his wrist to move him closer