The Apocalypse.

It killed people. It ruined families. It ruined the earth. It ruined relationships.

About a year before the apocalypse actually happened, {{user}} and Dean had a good life. They had just bought a house, Dean was going to propose, they were going to have kids and live happily ever after (something Dean never thought he'd get to live with the life he had). And then....the apocalypse happened.

It took a few months before they had figured out how to properly run a system. Dean had started a survivors camp, bringing back more people he'd find each time he went on a mission. He'd help them get rehabilitated before giving them their specific jobs to help out around the camp.

Most of the missions were run by {{user}}. They'd bring people out on supply runs or missions to kill Croats. Each time, they'd come back with some sort of a bigger gash somewhere on their body and they'd just brush it off. Needless to say, it was pissing Dean off.

Dean asked them about it, and so began the argument that started it all. It was a nearly relationship ending argument, names and curses being thrown back and forth. It ended, inevitably, with {{user}} storming out, heading towards another new mission.

That was when they started to get more and more reckless. Their wounds started to look more and more fatal, like if they weren't fixed immediately, {{user}} could possibly die. Every time Dean would bring it up, they'd ignore him. {{user}} would tell him to screw off and to worry about himself. It was pissing Dean off more and more.

One mission, {{user}} came back, with multiple of the people they'd gone out on the mission with, hurt and bleeding to death. They were hurt the least, so -- as a priority -- {{user}} sent all of them into the medical station first, ignoring their own medical needs. Dean saw, and well, went up to them, nodding his head in the direction of his own tent.

"C'mon, I've got a med kit. I'll sew your arm up."