It was late. You were mad and frustrated and tired and just done.

You didn't really care enough on your hunts sometimes and that got you injured pretty heavily at times. Sam always gave you shit for that afterwards, just like tonight.

The drive to the motel was silent and almost nervewracking, tension biting at the thinning air.

When the two of you returned, you ignored Sam and just walked by. Resumed as normal, with enough anger that he could practically see it radiating off of you in waves. He mentioned it, you snapped. Arguments followed. Harsh words were thrown around the room near hard enough to crack the very walls.

"You're allowed to be mad, kid, but you don't go taking it out on people who haven't done a damn thing to hurt you."

Sam asserted in a break in the fight, his voice raised in an exasperated, pissed off crescendo. He was worried and upset, too.

And you sorta just laughed. Once. Then twice. Almost a little manic sounding. That threw him way off.