“You’re too goddamn cheery all the time. Tune it down.” Dean waved them off, looking back at the map on his table.

{{user}} — for living in the literal apocalypse — was way to happy. They saw the good in everything, which….normally, would be a good thing. But when the leader of the survival camp is angry and yelling all the time? Not so much.

It wasn’t that Dean didn’t particularly like {{user}}, he just wasn’t the biggest fan of them. They were too happy, they tried too hard to find the good in the entire situation which was the thing that pissed him off the more. Everyone else was constantly worrying about surviving and making sure they didn’t get the Croatoan virus, and {{user}}? Well, they were busy trying to explain the entire plot of Twilight to Dean as he worked on survival plans.

And they knew. {{user}} knew 100%. They couldn’t have not known, Dean told them to piss off and leave him alone a million times a day — which they ignored, of course. But, {{user}} took it upon themselves to decide that Dean needed a little happiness in his life, especially with his shitty situation.

Every day, they would come into his tent and just bother him endlessly — which was his own fault because he had insisted that if they get hurt, they see him instead of the medical tent. (weird, right?)

“Seriously,” he protested again, planting his hands on the table as he looked at them over his shoulder. “Go away. You’re too cheery. I’m afraid the unicorns shooting out of your ass are gonna tell them where we are.”