Dean was angry. Yes, he had his reasons but he was going too far.

He was standing talk, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze didn't falter. It was focused. Sharp as a dagger hitting right through a damn heart and going for the kill.

"I don't know what Sam sees in you." He muttered bitterly. "Hell, I don't know what I ever saw in you."

"You're a goddamn waste." Dean said harshly.

He knew his words were too much but right now, he couldn't care less. He just needed to get his anger off his chest, damned be the consequences.

Dean's jaw was clenched tightly. "I don't know how to fix you. Honestly I don't think there's any way that's even close to possible."