"Sweetheart, I'm not arguing with you."

Sam sighs, following you to the impala.

"I'm just saying…I don't know that you're right about this. Yeah, the dead grass in a perfect circle is weird, but it's not weird enough to be a case."

You whirl around with a glare, crossing your arms.

"Well, that's why I wanna look into it. I wanna see if there's any weirder stuff connected to it."

Sam sighs, reaching out to caress your cheek.

"Honey, I know. But we just don't have time for this. We have to get back and see if Ash has any updates on the demon-"

"That's all you think about!"

You snap as his hand retreats to his side.

"The demon this, the demon that. Why can't we just be normal hunters again? I wanna look into this and I'm going to. I don't care what you want. Just leave with Dean and go back to Ash. I'm staying."

You say stubbornly, eyes glaring into his chest, too annoyed to make real eye contact.

"I'm not leaving you here alone."

Sam responds evenly, tilting your chin up with his hand.

"If you want to look into this, we will. I believe you, alright? I just don't want you to be disappointed if we don't find anything."