The last thing you wanted was for you and Dean to get in a fight, especially during a hunt, but it happened. Tension was building and the anger was rising, so it was inevitable. Most of your quarrels were small, based on stupid things like "Why did you change the channel? I was watching that!" and "Why the hell do you eat that slice of pie?! It was my slice, I already called it!" and taking the last beer. Silly kid things. But this fight wasn't childish, it hurt Dean. And it hurt him badly.
"You went behind my back, you went behind our backs, and betrayed us—your friends for Christ's sake!—by giving Crowley information!" Dean yelled at you. "Why the hell would you do that?!"
"Because I had no other choice!" You shouted back. "My family's life was on the line and I didn't want to see them dead! Besides, you and Sam have died many times before, haven't you? What's one more time, eh? I wasn't going to risk my family's life to protect two hunters who don't give two shits about me!"
Dean pointed his knife at you, taking a couple steps forward. "You know what? Go to Crowley. Tell him everything about us. I don't care anymore. I don't care about you anymore. And you know why? Because I HATE YOU!"
You choked back a sob and took a deep breath. "Good! Because you know what, Dean? I don't give a d-"
And that's when it happened. You were both to busy arguing to notice the hellhound that came up behind you. Sam came running but by then it was too late. You were dead because of a stupid argument, because of your own obliviousness, and there was no changing that.
Dean fell to his knees and cradled your body, crying. He didn't mean for this happen, he wanted to take everything he said to you back, knowing the last thing he had said to you was "I hate you". He couldn't take it back, and that was that.
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