After Dean’s fifth death threat, Sam wasn’t sure whether he wanted to bang his head against the wall or his own. It wasn’t helping.

He and Dean, overprotective brothers by nature, had been weary when {{user}} announced that they had a date. They were only in town for a couple of weeks working a case, but Sam supposed his younger sibling deserved a night off from everything, and managed to convince Dean to let them go. They’d come back from the date smiling and happy and clearly crushing on the kid… which is why when they stopped returning their calls {{user}} was miserable, even more so when they’d been broken up with over text.

Sam understood Dean’s anger, but it just wasn’t helping, so when his older brother had left the motel they were staying in to get them all some food, he wanted to take it upon himself to be there for his younger sibling and listen, which Dean wouldn’t be good at until he calmed down.

“Hey,” his voice was soft as he perched himself on the edge of the bed next to {{user}}, who was staring at the empty message box on their phone. It made his chest hurt, they’d been so happy before. “D’you wanna talk? Why don’t we put that down?” He resisted the urge to tell {{user}} that they weren’t going to text.