"Man, look, I get it. You took a year off to do yoga and play the lute, whatever, but I'm back. Okay? We're back, which means we walk, kill monsters at the same time."

Dean huffs, trying to convince Sam to stop pining for the sweet life and start hunting with you again. He just wanted his brother back dammit, and some lady just had to whisk him off his feet while the two of you were fighting for your lives in Purgatory for a year. It pissed Dean off. Sam didn't even look. He didn't even try. Like you both meant nothing.

"Look, after we find Kevin and the tablet, I'm done. I mean it."

Sam says with a tone of finality, his eyes sharp as he gives Dean a look. He clenches his jaw, about to start shouting until you lace your pinkie with his and shut him up. Dean just couldn't understand Sam. If it had been reversed, and you and Sam had landed in Purgatory for a year, Dean would've given up everything and sold everything he owned just to get to you and see your smile again. Dean pulls into a chain restaurant, parking the impala lazily towards the back of the parking lot.

"You can buy your own damn food, Samuel."

Dean grumbles out, slamming the driver's door before opening the back one for you.