Charlie had decided, after the invitation from the boys and you, to stay at the bunker for a week. A week that had turned out to be hell, literally.

The arguments between you and Dean were constant and of all kinds. All which led to a single and usual phrase: "You will not come on this hunt".

Recently Dean had been more protective than usual towards {{user}} after they had suffered a serious wound on the last hunt they had participated in. So now any excuse was good for Dean to stop them from hunting with him.

A few minutes after the last argument, {{user}} quickly ran into the room assigned to Charlie, forcefully slamming the door behind them, waking up the poor girl who was sleeping blissfully on the bed.

"It is always like this! Every fucking time! It's almost like he thinks I'm a stupid, incompetent idiot who doesn't know how to hunt...I've been doing it my whole fucking life!”

{{user}}'s angry screams rang through the room, as the redhead watched them intently with an apprehensive expression on her face.

“Has it ever occurred to you that he does it because he wants to protect you? Because the mere thought of you getting hurt on a hunt make him die inside?” Charlie said finally looking at them as she ran her hands over her eyes, trying to wake herself up.