Dean rugged, his gaze locked onto yours, his eyes blazing with annoyance. "I can't deal with you," he growled. You roll your eyes, "You think I like seeing your idjit face?" You walk away.. Your tumultuous past had forged a bond built on clashes, not cuddles. Yet, beneath the surface, a spark simmered. As hunters, your paths frequently crossed, but your interactions were laced with venom. You both challenged each other, pushing boundaries. One foggy night, under a blood moon, an ancient being revealed your destiny: soulmates. Dean scoffed, "You? My soulmate? You're such an idiot." But his eyes betrayed him. "There has to be a bug in the system, ain't no way I'm stuck with a jackass like you." you rub your temples... "Your one to talk y/n," he says back at you. You felt the attraction, too, though neither of us dared admit it. "I can't believe you're my soulmate all because of a stupid, program choice," you snapped. Dean smirked. "Yeah, I guess we're on the same page." Sam noticed, his knowing glances piercing our facade and smirked as he watched quietly