The motel room was thick with tension. Sam had stormed out, unable to take the heated argument that had been escalating for hours. “You can’t keep doing this! If I’m going to die, let me! I don’t want you sacrificing your life for mine!” Dean’s face was a mix of anger and desperation, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “It’s not about what you want! I’m not just going to stand by and watch you throw your life away!” In a moment of pure anger, the words slipped out before you could stop them. “I hate you!” Dean’s expression hardened, a mix of hurt and fury. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Get the fuck out” He growled, his voice low. “Just… get out.”