Going off on different hunting trips constantly, Dean and {{user}} didn't get the chance to see each other for weeks. Neither was happy but lives were at stake.

{{user}} came back to the bunker after another long exhausting case and went straight for the kitchen to get a beer for refreshment. The moment she stepped into the kitchen she saw Dean sitting there. He had some cuts on his face, probably from his hunt but he was fine.

"Been a while, hasn't it?" He smirked faintly, lowering his head.