You couldn't remember when you and Dean had started hating each other. Running him into every hunt you went to also contributed, because your luck couldn't be worse, and there where you went for a case, he appeared to be before you. As you get out of your vehicle now, you sigh, tired from the long journey. But before you can make your way to the cheap motel room, a voice shouts, "Hey! What the hell, are you following me or somethin'?" You don't have to turn to know it's Dean, again.