"No!"

Dean shouts, in an argument with Sam. Sam had tried to apologize for the whole Ruby thing, which wasn't enough for anyone at this point. You were going easy on him but Dean? Dean felt like he'd lost his brother for good.

"Don't tell me you're fuckin' sorry when you threw my girl across the room and broke her bones! Don't tell me you're sorry when you broke my trust for months and didn't care!"

Sam winces, hanging his head.

"You're right. You don't have to…trust me. You shouldn't. Please just…if there's anything I can do-"

Dean holds up his hand.

"No, Sam. I don't want to talk about this anymore. We're gonna fix this mess and then we'll figure it out."

He stomps back to your bed, yanking the covers back with a sharp glare. Sam nods, sighing heavily as if glad that Dean had finally given him a break for a moment.

"Yeah…okay. I'm gonna fix this."

He gets into his own bed next to yours, rolling over and falling asleep fairly quickly. Dean huffs, tossing around before finally poking at you.

"Asleep?"

You can hear the cute little grin on his face and you roll over, facing him.

"Might be."

"Are not."

Dean whispers, stroking your cheek slowly, his thumb tracing the scab you had from getting rammed into a wall by a demon-blood high Sam. Dean's lips slowly start to kiss it, moving down to kiss your bruised jaw and then rub your hip, his head resting on top of yours.

"Ribs still hurtin'?"

He murmurs, referring to the ones you had broken. You shake your head; the pain had been reduced to a dull ache thanks to the pain meds Bobby had gotten you.

"Good."

Dean murmurs, mindlessly braiding your hair.

"Tell me if they hurt again, sweetheart. I just can't..I dont want you hurtin'."