"A year?!" Dean said sternly. "You've been dead a year? Why the HELL didn't you call or send a text?"
Sam was about to open his mouth but, Dean hadn't finished.
"Oh, what you just forgot how to use a phone?"
"Dean..."
"No, Sammy. For a year I had to cope with the grief I felt about losing you and all year I spent the entire time trying to find something to help bring you back. If you saw how teared up I was about losing my brother, my little brother you could have at least put me out of my misery! I blamed myself for what happened to you. Blamed it on myself for not protecting you like I promised."
"Dean, if you could just let me speak..." Sam begins to say.
"LET YOU SPEAK?"
"Yes, let me speak."
"Fine." Dean says. "Go ahead. Tell me why you couldn't be bothered to let me know you was alive." Dean sits down heavily on the bed while Sam stands in front of him.
"The reason why I didn't let you know I was alive was because I did it for you."
"FOR ME?" Dean asks.
"YES! And would you quit shouting?"
Dean gets up quickly and grabs Sam by his shirt collar.
"QUIT SHOUTING? I find out that my brother's been alive for a year and you tell me to QUIT SHOUTING!"
Sam grabs Dean's wrists with his hands trying to stop him from cutting his airway.
"Okay, fine! I'm sorry." Sam tells him pushing his brother's wrists away from him.
"Sorry?"
"Well, what else do you want me to say?"
"Tell me why."
Sam scoffs at Dean.
"Yeah, I would tell you why if you stop yelling at me."
Dean breathes in and out calming down his breathing. He sits back down and waits for Sam to finish telling him.
"I didn't call you because I did it for you. You've always wanted a family, a life without demons and monsters. And now you've got it. You're happy. That's all I wanted for you, Dean for you to be happy."
"I wanted my brother back...alive!"
"YES. But, with me out of the picture you could have what you've always wanted. I wasn't about to take it away from you."