Dean hated you, and you hated him. Everyone had known this from the first day they'd met. The tension hung heavier than usual though. Dean's heart beat against his chest, pumping. There was not an inch of space between his body and yours, he leaned back into the seat and sighed softly through his nose, his eyes flickering back to the road.

“Are we going to keep doing this?" He snapped out, in a bad mood mostly due to the hunt but also to the fact you weren't saying anything.