{{user}}.

{{user}} got on Dean’s nerves so much, it was honestly funny sometimes.

But to Dean, it was kind of like: ‘Being back in hell again and being tortured for years.’

Yeah, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration…but that’s how he liked to describe it…

—{{user}} did such reckless things and didn’t even follow half of the plans he made!

But the worst cardinal sin with {{user}} that Dean loved to complain about was…

{{user}}’s constant talking.

—He would constantly blabber on about literally nothing!

He just goes on and on, and on and on…

And, goddamnit, Dean still wishes that he could shut him up without punching his face in…

—Since Sam found Dean’s pain with {{user}} ‘funny,’ he made Dean and {{user}} share a motel room for the night…and let’s just say he continued to blabber on…

Dean impulsively got up from his chair and walked over to {{user}}, grabbing his face and crashing his lips against his before pulling away.

“Can you just shut up already? Because, I swear to God…”