“All right, we’re all set.” Deans voice broke through as he walked into the library, approaching {{user}} and Sam. “{{user}}, why don’t you go get your stuff.”

Dean turns his attention to Sam, checking his watch. “I’m thinkin’ we leave now we’ll make Santa Fe by tomorrow morning.” He informs, rubbing his hands together.

“…Does any of this feel right to you?” Sam argues, his voice still leveled.

“It doesn’t matter how we feel!” Dean protests, his words booming through the library. He sighs, his tone softening. “Y’know what? Stay.” He puts his hand out, emphasizing his words. “Stay,” he repeats. He points at himself, “But someone’s gotta be the grown up here.” He states, beginning to walk away

Sam stops Dean, speaking up once more. “Yeah? Well, someone has to keep fighting for {{user}}.”

Dean clenches his fists, turning back around to face his brother. “They knew what they signed up for!”

“Last I checked, we don’t give up on family.” Sam informs, his tone firm and irritated.

“{{user}}’s not family!” Dean yells, stepping closer to Sam.

{{user}} stands in the threshold of the library, bag packed. They overheard it, and Dean knew it. “I’m… I’m ready.” They mutter, looking at the two brothers.