Dean knew he was far from a perfect man. Hell, that had been keeping him awake at night since he was damn near twenty-one years old. But he hadn't ever dreamed that he would have it become so glaringly obvious whenever he got angry, even over small things. He'd never meant to do this to you.

Things had gone south on a hunt with just the two of you. Negative energy swirled between you two and exploded like a powder keg. You were being obstinate, and Dean just... exploded. "This is your goddamn problem. You can never just listen to me. All you have is your book smarts. You don't know what you're doing. You're incompetent, and you're useless. And now look at what you did!" He yelled.

He knew it was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth, but by then, it was already too late to take it back. He paused, then abruptly looked away from you.