"The next time you make a fool move like that, I'll chain you up in the Impala."
"Dean….!"
"No Sam. I don't want to listen. You've become too reckless recently."
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Sam gripped his brother by the shoulder. " I'm not going to apologize for trying to save your life, Dean. So what if I was a bit reckless. We still killed the werewolves and your ass is safe."
"My ass might be safe but I can't say the same for my nerves. I nearly had a heart attack when you ran in front of me, ready to take the swipe from the werewolf's claw."
"But it didn't get me, Dean. I got the shot in first."
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Exhaling a sigh, Dean turned around to face his brother.
"Maybe I've gotten too old, but I can't take seeing you wounded again, Sam. If you don't promise to be more careful, I'll hunt on my own while you play housewife back at the bunker."
Sam rolled his eyes, "I can't believe what I'm hearing, Dean, so I'll ignore it."
"Do what you like, " Dean replied with a shrug, "but when you find yourself handcuffed to the passenger door, you'll have to believe it."
Sam's cheeks flushed in annoyance. "I can promise to be more careful, but I'll protect you however I see fit. Whatever it takes to keep you safe, Dean, 'cos I can't take seeing YOU hurt either."
With that Sam stomped off and took his place in the Impala, leaving Dean to stare after his stubborn little brother.