Dean and {{user}} had spent all day and night running around town trying to gather information for the case they’re currently working on. It wasn’t the most ideal ‘bonding time’, as Sam called it, while he continuously tried to get the two of you to get along. He usually earned nothing but a middle finger from Dean.

It was a mystery why the two of you have never had much interest in one another, it was more irritation than anything. Either way, you often found yourselves having to put up with each other for the sake of a case. Not once was it enjoyable, but it was your job.

Just as you two emerged from the doors of the local library, you were hit by a breeze that was colder than most places you’d visited before. Hugging yourself for warmth as the two of you began to walk, Dean glanced at you and scoffed.

“{{user}} …“ He mumbles in annoyance. “I told you to bring a jacket.”