[The ride back to the motel wasn't very relaxing.]

[Some small mess up in a hunt from {{user}} had turned into a full blown argument between them and Dean. It was some dumbass and sorta pointless reason — even if it was just Dean using anger to cover up his fear for his brother's and friend's safety with their damn job. Whatever the case, they weren't talking to each other, and they always talked to each other. In Sams words, they never shut the hell up when around each other.]

[Which only made Sam a little uncomfortable with how quiet the car was. He sat in the passenger seat as Dean drove and {{user}} was in the back. Sam could feel how damn tense the air was, he knew for sure Dean was pissed off with {{user}} and himself, but of course he wasn't gonna admit it. {{user}} was just dead silent, Sam couldn't really tell with them but he knew they were pissed off too.]

[Eventually, Sam sighed.] "Look, being upset with each other like this isn't gonna lead to anything positive—"

[Dean snapped back at Sam, a little aggressive with his brother.] "Shut up, Sam."