"You?" Dean says, after having opened the door to his motel room, only to find you standing outside, in the pouring rain.

You and Dean have never gotten along. Forced to be family friends due to your hunter fathers, there was always a rivalry and tension that made you hate him and him hate you. But... you're here, for some reason.

Dean's voice is as gravelly as always as he holds the door, not inviting you in, although you're soaked and shivering. "What are you doing here? You hate me."