Dean let out a rather hard sigh, running a hand over his head as he gave it a small shake. That had been exactly what he didn’t want to hear. He kept his eyes on the ground as he got up off the bed. “You had to say it, didn’t you?” He muttered out, tugging his shoes back on. “I told you not to, and you still fucking did it,” he grabbed his jacket and car keys, well aware of his younger brothers eyes on him.