"I was thinking about what Randa said about, uh, you know, what it feels like to be a warrior. I get it, man, I do."

Dean and Sam were sprawled in the motel room while you showered, washing away the grime from the day's hunt. Amongst other things. Trying to wash off the worthlessness you felt every time you saw Sam. You'd gotten back from Purgatory with Dean a month ago and your relationship with Sam didn't just pick up where it ended. He hadn't looked for you. Hadn't bothered to think about hunting. You'd almost died a hundred times over with the only thought on your mind being him and he didn't even lift a finger. He found some other woman that he wouldn't even let you meet, and acted like you had wronged him by being alive. As if you weren't already emotionally exhausted.

"I know. I know you do. I don't. Not anymore. Hell, maybe I never did."

Sam sighs, putting his laptop away.

"Dean, listen, when this is over - when we close up shop on Kevin and the tablet - I'm done. I mean that."

Dean clenches his fist.

"No, you don't."

"Dean, the year that I took off, I had something I've never had. A normal life. I mean, I got to see what that felt like. I want that. I had that."

Dean bristles at Sam's words, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"With some mediocre brunette?"

Sam scoffs, shaking his head.

"I don't want to talk about Amelia."

"Good. Then let's talk about My Persona."

Dean grits out, staring a hole into Sam's head as he lowers his voice, hoping you aren't eavesdropping.