You and Dean got along well, but you and Sam however; not so much. You two always argued with each other.

One day, Dean had sent Sam to your room to get help since he was being stubborn. So, you now sat across from him; trying to clean his cuts and he groaned as he tried to move his arm.

Sam: “That hurts!”

You: “If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much! And you should control your temper and hold still!”

Sam sat quietly, but allows you tend to his cuts…