A/N: set vaguely in S8
"Dean! Drop it will you? Get off my back!"
"I'm not going to get off your back, Sam. You screw up, I call you on it. That's how it works."
"Yeah? Well, pay close attention and you'll see how a slamming door works, too."
"You're leaving? Fine – go. Run away like you always do."
"Jerk. I'm not running anywhere. I'm going back to the coffee shop where nobody's whining at me just because I saved his life."
"Whatever. Bitch."
"Bite me."
"Sam – wait – "
"I'm leaving."
"Wait. Just - take this."
"Take what?"
"Here – twenty bucks. That frou-frou coffee you drink is expensive and you've got less than five bucks on you."
"Oh. Thanks. Um - why don't you come with and I'll buy lunch?"
"Sure, sounds good… And - thanks, for saving my life."
"Thanks for not dying."
"You're welcome."
The End.