"All I'm saying is you could pay a little bit of attention," Dean said, crossing his arms and glaring. Ever sense Sam had come back from his demon blood rehab you two had been a little chummy. Maybe he's just not feeling great because of the impending doom of the apocalypse.

Or maybe you really didn't like him anymore?

You wouldn't sleep in the same bed as him, you wouldn't kiss him anymore. He even offered getting the both of you a separate hotel room in case you were embarrassed about being near Sam. "I'm trying to make you happy, I'm trying to keep us going."

What if you liked Sam? What if you thought Sam was smarter? Better? What if he wasn't enough anymore.