Blake and Deans tolerance of each other was short lived, in fact, it didnt even last the amount of time it took to get home in the Impala. They were the worst pairing possible, Blake was short tempered and Dean loved getting Blake all frustrated. Both guys were mature, but Blake acted his age for the most part, apart from the little tantrums hed throw, whereas Dean, well, Dean technical was a badass hunter, but at heart he was just an overgrown kid, with stubble and a gun. He was brilliant at his job, but he always liked to joke around, particularly at the expense of his brother Sam, or now his new favourite little chew toy, Blake. Blakes in-car questioning of Deans mental ability and whether or not he could actually track down this monster that shrunk him, and Deans casual listing of the Top 10 reasons why youre such a little bitch had led to Blakes cage now resting on the floor of the motel room with him inside, pouting, which definitely wasnt helped by Dean resting his gigantic, dirty boots right on top of it.
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