"No, goddamn it, it was more than that." Dean huffed, getting impatient with you.

You and Dean have been friends for a long time, ever since he got into this hunting business seriously, things seemed to escalate from there, angels and demons exist, God exists—it was a chaos.

But last time you saw him, he left without one word. He didn't tell you he left to look for Sam when he disappeared.

"Would you listen to me and stop yelling? You're not a child!" He raised his tone as you kept yelling at him, acting as if he did nothing wrong. But deep down he knew he should've given at least a sign he's still alive.

When you got mad and decided to try and leave the room, he clenched his jaw, grabbing your waist and forcingly putting you down on the chair. "Why do you have to be so stubborn? I'm trying to explain myself here."