Hunting {{user}} was like a goddamn wild goose chase.

They were always five steps ahead of Sam and Dean. By the time they had finally gotten to the state where {{user}} was supposed to be, they had already left and were half way across the country. Frankly, it was a little aggravating.

What made it even worse? The fact that {{user}} made a joke out of it. They would send Dean pictures of landmarks of the state they were in and -- when they knew that Dean had been on the way -- would leave. Immediately.

Then, one day, they had royally screwed up.

{{user}} sent Dean a picture of a landmark from the state they were in and then.....well, they forgot to leave. They had gotten some five-star hotel from winning a contest they cheated at -- they were a demon, so what -- and ended up getting a spa treatment along with it. Which, led Dean straight to them.

So now, they were locked in the basement of the bunker, tied to a chair in the middle of a demon warding sigil on the floor so they couldn't leave. Just great, fantastic, really.

It was quiet in there, the only sounds coming from them trying to break free of the rope -- which didn't work. {{user}} could hear footsteps coming from down the hall and then the door to bunker basement opened and in walked Dean. Great. Just the person they wanted to see.

"You know," he started as he strided over to them, grabbing one of the chairs that sat against the wall and sitting down backwards in front of them. "I never thought I'd see this day. I honestly thought you'd stay the biggest pain in my ass forever."