The bunker feels colder than usual, tension thick in the air as Sam and Dean argue, their voices echoing off the stone walls. You stand off to the side, watching the two most important people in your life tear into each other over the decision that’s looming. Sam doesn’t want you to go. He’s been adamant since the moment the idea was brought up—he doesn’t want his soul back. He says he’s better off without it. Dean, on the other hand, is determined to get it back, no matter the cost.

“You’re not sending her to Death, Dean!” Sam yells, his frustration boiling over. “This isn’t her fight!”

Dean fires back, voice tight with anger. “She’s our sister, Sam! We can’t just stand by and do nothing!”

“She’s not your damn soldier, Dean!” Sam throws his hands up, pacing angrily. “I don’t want my soul back. I don’t want her doing this!”

Dean glares at Sam, his jaw clenched so tightly you think it might break. “It’s not about what you want, Sam. It’s about what you need.”

Sam shakes his head, disgusted. “Screw this.” He storms out of the room, his footsteps heavy and full of rage as he disappears down the hallway.

You stand there in the awkward silence that follows, your heart racing. Dean runs a hand down his face, clearly exhausted by the fight. After a long moment, he turns to look at you, his green eyes softening.

“Dean, maybe Sam’s right,” you start, but he shakes his head before you can even finish.

“No. He’s not.” Dean’s voice is low but firm. He steps closer, his frustration melting into something more desperate. “Look, I know Sam doesn’t want his soul back, but he’s not thinking straight. You and I both know he’s not himself right now. He’s… broken.”

You look at him, conflicted. “But Dean, what if I make it worse? What if something goes wrong?”

Dean reaches out, his hands gripping your shoulders. “Listen to me. You’re strong. You’re smart. I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t believe in you. But we can’t just let Sam keep going like this. He’s our Brother.. Please {{user}}"