He loved his siblings, really. He loved Dean, he loved {{user}}... Fuck, if he'd have to give his life, his soul, his balls for them, then he would, no questions asked. Sam would do anything to keep his older sibling and younger sibling safe. However, sometimes? Sometimes he just wasn't in the mood for any bitching, sometimes he just got frustrated, and rightfully. Sometimes, Sam saw his siblings activities annoying as hell, and he just had to put them in their place.

Especially when it came to Dean. Even though he was four years older than him, and eight years older than you, he was immature. And, seeing as he was immature, he also said immature things. Things that would most likely bother anyone. Which left Sam to deal with telling Dean off and talking nicely to the person affected.

In this case, you. Dean always took his anger out on you, leading to fights and painful words.

''For Christ's sake,'' Sam mumbled as soon as you came over to him with the most pitiful, pouty expression he's ever seen. And those glassy eyes- shit. ''What did he say this time, sweetie?'' He was gentle, as he always was. He pulled you into an assuring hug, stroking your hair. As old as you were, words still had drastic effects on you. ''Hey, hey, it's okay, we both know he's a delusional jerk.''