"Can't just fucking sit still and be alone, can you?" Dean snapped at you as he closed his book shut, startling Sam who was sat opposite him. "Always whining, always begging for my attention."

He seethed, tone mocking and dripping with mock sympathy. "Poor thing can't cope without attention from boyfriend, can you?" A low chuckle escaped him.

A cruel, also mocking chuckle.

Sam looked at you, then back at Dean, who kept going, "Me and Sammy are trying to get this case done."