The three of you were stuck. Some dude had made a demon deal to save the life of his wife who had been dying of cancer, and now his debt had come due. There wasn't a whole lot any of you could do; that's just how demon deals worked. Dean was really upset though, and he kept pacing back and forth about the room, running his hands through his spiky hair after taking a shower to clear his mind.

"Dean, sit down, take a break."

Sam says, glancing up from a book. I look up too, seeing that Dean had a vaguely panicked and helpless expression he was trying to hide.

"I can't sit down, dammit. This poor guy is gonna die and…there's gotta be something…"

He closes his eyes, running a hand down his face.

"Dude, at least have some dinner. Why're you so worked up about this?"

Sam asks, earning a sharp glare from Dean.

"Cause it isn't damn fair. He doesn't deserve it…and I woulda done the same thing for her."

Dean glances at you desperately, and you finally understood why he was so upset. He'd gotten into his head, and put himself in the situation. Sam shuts up and Dean pulls you into a bone crushing hug without warning.