Dean was sat in the motel room, his elbows rested on his knees, and a scowl on his face as he watched you move around. The two of you never really got along, but you sucked it up for John. John took you in when he found your family murdered on a hunt. He killed the werewolf and saved your skin. So, though John was a shitty father, he was the only chance of one you really got.

“Sit down. You’re driving me crazy with your pacing.”

Dean snapped at you, his eyes narrowing in anger.