I paced back and forth across the Winchester brother's motel room. "Come on guys I need to kill something!" I punched a wall in frustration. " Sam please tell me you've found something I can behead?"
"We're not hunting anything till this shit storms blown over!" Dean said. Calmly sipping his beer.
" I need something to take this out on!" I yelled.
Sam stood up and walked over to me. "What?" I asked. He held his arms out.
" Hit me," he said gesturing towards himself.
" No Sam," I said. "I am not taking this out on you!"
"Why not?" Sam said.
" You wanted to take it out on something," Adam said. "Why not Sam?"
"Adam not helping!" I yelled at him.
" Not helping?" Dean said. "You'll get yourself killed against anything real. So one of us is the best choice."
"I'm not hitting any of you!" I said, calmer now.
This senseless arguing about me hitting one of the three went on for a while. After some time I forgot why we were arguing anyway.
Until Sam suddenly comes out with, "You feeling better?"
"Yeah," I said. " Thanks. "