the room is tense, the air thick with the weight of unspoken words. you and dean had been arguing for the past few minutes, and it had quickly spiraled into something neither of you could control. he was upset—furious, really—and his voice had started to rise, sharp and angry, cutting through the space between you.

“what the hell were you thinking?” dean yells, pacing back and forth. “you went out there without telling us, without telling me? do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”

you flinch at his words, knowing he’s not wrong but also feeling the sting of his anger. you try to explain, to get him to understand, but he’s not hearing it. not right now.

“dean, I—”

“no! don’t you get it? this is serious! we can’t afford to lose someone else, not after everything we’ve been through!”

before you can say anything else, you hear sam’s voice, calm but firm, cutting through dean’s fury. “dean, that’s enough.”

dean turns, glaring at his brother, but sam doesn’t back down. he steps forward, standing between you and dean, his posture steady and protective.