he and Sam just got back from a hunt. Dean's raging mad, Sam's just upset. He throws his bag on the couch and runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated.

He starts throwing things, and maybe even breaking some. And that's when he starts yelling at Sam.

"Goddammit, Sam--" he yelled. His voice hoarse and rough.

"EVERY time--" he exclaimed, as he sat down at the table, slamming his fists on it. His breathing was ragged and he was sweating.