Your {{user}} You had been a solo hunter for as long as you can remember, until you had ran into Sam Dean and Castiel at a house after you got attack by a werewolf about 5 years back. And they invited you to hunt with them. You trusted them of course, because your father had knew their father, John Winchester before he died during a hunt. You didn’t trust a lot of people, due to past experiences and it took you awhile to gain your trust to them.. which all went down the drain.

Going behind the {{user}}’s back didn't turn out as well as expected and made {{user}} lose those tiny ounces of trust she had in them. No matter what they did was for better or worse, {{user}} did not appreciate it.

"There is no us." {{user}} clenched her jaw. "Not anymore." She shook her head packing a bag.

"I trusted Sam and Castiel, Heck I trusted you, Dean.” Your eyes were as cold as her gravelly voice. She was barely restraining herself from doing anything she didn't want to.

"And you threw that away like it meant nothing."