you and dean had been arguing about a recent hunt. the bickering got so excessive that sam had to book himself a separate room to actually get some peace. the argument resurfaced again, but this time it started to get heated.

“i’m so sick and tired of you always thinking you’re right about everything.” you said, shaking your head annoyed as he huffed.

“yeah? well if you’re so sick and tired of it, then fucking leave!” he yelled at you, the anger toppling over. his eyes widened immediately and his jaw clamped shut as he saw your reaction. he hadn’t meant to yell, and he definitely didn’t mean to say that. he regretted it immediately when he saw your face fall in hurt.

he walks toward you, reaching out for you. “damn it. baby, i didn’t mean it, i swear.” he says, face softening and chest tightening with guilt.