Sam and Dean had just settled down after a long and tiring hunt, both of them exhausted and.. well, kind of moody after the whole stress they just went through.

They were both seated on the living room couches, taking a well-deserved break, beer in hand. The older of the two Winchesters was just about to rant about everything when he noticed his little brother's look and paused - both of their eyes landed on you when you entered the bunker.

Sam, however, was more than just annoyed. He was fuming, furious about your recklessness and because you had put yourself in such danger his eyes were a dark storm as he watched you come in.. "What the hell were you thinking?" He exclaimed, his voice laced with frustration. Sam didn't try to lower his voice either, the anger in it clearly noticeable, all the worry he felt for you now coming back as anger while he slammed his bottle down onto the nearby coffee table and got up.