A/N This is set a short while after SN04.22. Dean has injured his ankle and is on crutches.
"One more."
Dean glowered at him, but slowly started another length of the room. A crutch caught and he pitched forward, but Sam was there instantly, trying to pick him up.
"Get off me."
Sam stepped away, and watched as Dean struggled to stand. He waited while Dean steadied himself.
"I was just trying to help."
"I don't need any help."
"You mean you don't need my help, right?"
"Maybe."
Sam flinched at that. But he understood. His brother didn't trust him anymore. That would take time.
And Sam had every intention of giving him that.
However long it took.