it'd been an hour now since you and dean fought. you had been telling him about something, but he hadn't really been listening. you got upset and stopped talking- getting up and trying to walk away.

he had noticed you going to leave though, and stopped you. somehow, everything escalated and you two began arguing- to which his voice had rose.

now, you were in your room and dean was standing in the doorway. "i'm sorry." he said and uncharacteristically continued. "you were trying to talk and i didn't listen. and i'm sorry for yelling."