Bloodlust
2x03
"Dean, I don't trust him." Sam said, dropping his rucksack onto the floor.
"Why? We finally get a break, and you want to just throw it away?" Dean rounded on Sam, jabbing his finger pointedly at him.
"It's hardly a break," Sam scoffed, "I just don't trust him. There's something about him, I just can't put my finger on it."
"Another hunter, who knows what he is doing, who wants the same thing as us, to take down these goddamn vamps and you want to just walk away?!" Dean was almost shouting at this point, his frustration seeping into the room.
"Yes, Dean. I want to walk away. I don't want to be around that man for another second. There is something rotten about him. Something broken." Sam finished quietly, not sure of what he was saying, but knowing instantly it was the truth.
"Something broken?" Dean laughed bitterly. "Maybe that's why I like him. In case you haven't noticed, Sam, everyone's broken. You, me, Bobby, Gordon, it's all gone to hell. Might as well ride it out."
Sam didn't reply. An uneasy silence fell between the two brothers. The only sound that could be heard was the cars driving by the motel, and the soft hum of the neighbouring rooms television.
"We are staying. We are going to work with Gordon. End of discussion." Dean said, sitting heavily on the bed farthest from the door.
"No."
"No?" Dean frowned.
"You can do what you want, Dean. But I'm not working with that man. I don't think you should either, but hey, I can't stop you. Ellen says he is bad news, and I'm telling you I don't trust him. If that means doesn't start alarm bells, fine, do what you want." Sam answered, folding his arms, "just don't expect me to come to your rescue when it all blows up in your face."
"Screw you, Sammy." Dean spat.
"Fuck you too, Dean." Sam said over his shoulder, as he breezed out of the motel room.