Exasperated, Dean trailed after Sam as his brother stormed through the bunker. "What, you're mad now?"
Furious, Sam wheeled on him. "Mad?"
"Come on, what's the big deal?" Dean spread his arms wide, inviting an inspection, then tried a teasing grin. "Not a scratch on me!"
"Yeah, this time! I'm sick and tired of you throwing your life on the line like it's nothing! If I pulled something like that, you'd be on me like –" Sam choked, voice caught in his throat.
"Sammy?"
Fighting for control, Sam turned away and strode to his bedroom, Dean trailing anxiously behind him.