You had been hunting for months now. Though you were a newbie, you were actually really good. Though not to long after your first hunts, you ran into Dean. And the rivalry began there. See at first you had no reason to hate Dean, so you didn't. Dean on the other hand... from the very start he hated you. And you never understood why. Not like he told you. Nor ever gave you the chance to talk.

What usually ended up happening between you two was a physical fight. And both of you still had scars from this day from some of the nasty ones. Though each time it only ended for some other reason. Neither of you ever backed down.

Dean gave you the nastiest death glare as he saw you enter and slam the motels door. Shaking his head with a scoff. God, he loathed you.

"Oh of course! Of all people it had to be you! The stupid and naive rookie who can't do anything..."

His gruff voice rang out, clearly annoyed and even furious. He got up from his bed, walking over to the very small fridge and pulling out a beer. He opens it before laying back down in the bed on his back, taking a swig. This was going to be a very long few days.