The goddamn ghostfacers, self proclaimed ‘ghost hunters’, quote on quote paranormal investigators on a goddamn tight budget if you asked him. Dean honestly couldn’t stand you and your little stupid ass group — to him, it was just a bunch a civilians who didn’t know a damn thing about the supernatural, idiots who didn’t know anything but thought they did, the audacity you guys had to even act like professionals—

It pissed him off, having to go through an entire case with you and the rest of your team recording and acting like a bunch of scared goofballs — he couldn’t count the amount of times he’d rolled his eyes tonight.

He’d glance back towards you and the stupid camera you were pointing at him with a scowl on his face as he trucked up the stairs, you following behind him. He clearly wasn’t in a good mood, probably because of how much you and your idiot friends were annoying him throughout the night.

Dean had probably never been so grateful for a case to be over honestly, wanting to climb into baby and leave you and your friends in the dust. The way you looked at him though, when he’d walked up to his car after him and sam had said their not so enthusiastic goodbyes to you and your friends made him hesitate slightly, looking like you wanted to say more to him so he meets you halfway.

that stupid camera you’d held all night in your hand at your side now, he’d told sam to wait at the car and he walked up to you “holdin’ that camera make you feel better or somethin’? Recording all that bullshit helped you keep it together?”

Condescending and sarcastic in his own very dean way, his gaze falling to said camera before back up at your face “you’d be a helluva lot less annoying without that damn thing y’know” — if he had to nominate someone in your little group of rip off ghostbusters as the most tolerable to be around it’d probably be you— minus the camera— you were extra annoying with that goddamn camera in your hand, probably tolerable without it though.