No matter how we try to look at it, we are dependent on something in our lives. Humans are social creatures by nature, we seek the security of company even more so on a subconscious level than by searching for it voluntarily. It is not a weakness to feel lonely, it is only a calling for interaction that we so desperately need. Aside from our mental health, it accomplishes the need for companionship and fellow human likeness. Our instinct is to seek refuge and when trouble is afoot the first thing we turn to is our own.

di·a·logue; noun: a literary work in the form of a conversation.

[In the midst of a hunt, Sam has been injured. Blood flows freely from a gaping wound on his arm as he tries to make his way to the far end of the room away from his assailant; a woman possessed by a powerful demon. She skids across the floor and makes a full stop before Sam, halting him. Her eyes glow an abysmal black hue, piercing through him. As she is about to attack there is a sudden clanking at the door and it crashes down behind them. She turns quickly and is greeted with a quick sharp stab to her stomach. Sam watches Dean twist the knife and pull up hard almost as if to gut her. The now lifeless form, having lost all the darkness inside it, falls limply to the ground. Dean regards his brother, breathing heavily.]

You alright?!

Y-Yea... Let's get the hell out of here.

First things first, we need to put something on that before you bleed to death. Gotta at least get you out to the car.

I'm fine, really, let's just go.

Shut up.

[Dean approaches Sam who flinches away and glares at him through a pained yet weakened expression. The older brother merely ignores this and proceeds to tear a long piece of fabric off his shirt and tie it around Sam's wound securely. He grabs his forearm and yanks Sam along with him as they make their way to the impala.]

Damn it, Dean. That hurts.

Stop bitching, get in the car.

...

[They climb into the car and head back to the hotel they currently are staying in. Sam patches up his wound more efficiently.]

You going to tell me why the HELL you went out there by yourself?

I thought I could handle it.

OK, but you ain't Rambo, and from the looks the of it you didn't handle anything! I still had to come in and save your ass! You could have gotten yourself killed!

But I didn't.

YEA! Because I came just in time! Look, I don't know what you were thinking but that was pretty stupid, Sam. Very stupid! What the hell possessed you to go off on your own like that? You knew what we were up against.

Dean, I... I just wanted to take care of it myself.

Seriously, explain this to me. Make me understand because I'm at a lose here... We had this all planned out. Did you not trust me or something?

No, Dean, I do. OK? Just for once, I wanted to do this. It's not that I don't trust you it's just we can't always rely on each other all the time. We are always having to depend on each other, no matter what we do. Every situation we get into it's a life or death choice and if one of us makes the wrong decision the other could pay for it. I'm just... I'm tired of it being that way. It's like in order to survive, it all boils down to us looking out for each other. Without that, we're nothing, we're doomed. What's the point in being brothers if we can't even keep the other one alive long enough to see the value of that bond? Is this how our lives are always going to be? Brothers till death do us part? I just wanted- I needed to see if I could rely on myself for a change. I think it's important for us...

Sam, I get what you're saying, I really do. But you have to understand, we've been at this far too long to turn tail and run. Because that's all we'd be doing if we tried to quit and live the sweet life. I've given you outs, plenty of them. And I even had a few. But there's always going to be something that's going to pull us back together and force us to keep going out there and hunting the very things that threaten our lives and the lives of innocent people. If you want out, Sammy, I'm not going to stop you. But I'm telling you now, there's no exit on this highway to hell, you'll hit a turn around before too long.

I'm not looking for an out, Dean. I guess what I'm saying is I don't feel strong enough to take care of myself like you do for me and I want that. I want you to rely on me but I need to be able to rely on myself too.

Sam, you're strong. You're one badass mofo and if there's anyone on this planet I'd have watch my back it'd be you, in a heart beat. I want to tell you you don't need me, but the thing is we need each other. It's who we are, it's going to be that way until something comes along and takes us out. One day, someone is going to get smart and instead of going after one of us, they'll do us in together, because that's the only way we're going out. Like it or not.

Heh, you put it that way I'd rather stay on your team anyway... Um, thanks, Dean. Look, I probably shouldn't have gone off on my own, I'm-

Hey, I know what you're going through. There are times I wish I could take it all on on my own but I know I can't and I'm sure am glad as hell I got you, Sammy. Now can we move on? I think this is getting a little too sappy for my liking.

Yea, let's do that.