"You gotta be kidding me!" Dean yelled both he and {{user}} came back to the man's apartment. He was angry, no, pissed or actually fucking damn much frustrated with irritation boiling inside his veins.

Because how could you just flirt with a guy in front of him? Kiss the stranger on his lips in front of Dean? He was one hundred percent sure that he meant something to you. But no! Apparently all demons are the same, using everyone.

"I let you drink my fucking blood and that's what I get!?"