"How could you do this Dean? How could you? That thing is bad news Dean and you know it, but you still chose to take it didn't you? Have some kind of a macho show down with Gadreel!" Sam ranted off angrily. The truth was that he was scared. Scared of what Dean had done and scared of what price his brother would have to pay for it.

"Don't say his name in front of me," Dean replied, still choosing to go with the poker face, "and I didn't do anything wrong. I told you that it was my fault that Kevin's dead and that I will do anything to find that son of a bitch angel who did it and to kill him."

"You know what Dean…" Sam started off angrily, but then suddenly stopped, "You know what, never mind."

Dean rubbed a hand tiredly across his face. He couldn't take this anymore. He couldn't take the constant high level of tension between them. This level of uncomfortableness and awkwardness that was almost unnatural for them.

"Look Sam, I know that what I did was wrong. I know that, and I'm not asking for your forgiveness, alright? I'm just saying that what I did? I did it because it was the right thing to do," Dean said, trying to clear up the mess that he'd made.

Sam just laughed hell no, he snorted, and Dean raised his eyebrow in his brother's direction. Is there some sort of joke that I'm missing pal?

"You know," Sam said suddenly growing very serious, "this right here is the problem."

Now Dean was confused cause Sam was just pointing to all of him. Did he want to say that Dean was the problem over here cause if that was it…

"You. You just…you do things, stupid things, thinking that they're the right thing to do. Like this right here," Sam said pointing to the mark, "When were you going to tell me about this?"

Dean pursed his lips in response. He wasn't planning on telling his brother or letting him find out about it. Like ever.

"You were never going to tell me about it were you?" Sam gasped out in an accusing tone, "You were going to try to figure it all out on your own weren't you?"

"Sam…" Dean started off wanting to explain, but what could he even say.

"Look, this," Sam said frantically pointing to himself and Dean, "This right here is what I mean Dean. You keeping things from me."

"I just didn't want you to worry…" Dean interrupted.

"But I'm supposed to worry Dean," Sam tried to explain, "I'm supposed to worry when my big brother does something impulsive and stupid and reckless….and that is stupid."

Sam continued to look at the mark with disgust but Dean wasn't paying attention to any of that. No, he was still hung onto the words Sam had used to describe him. Big brother. Sammy had called him big brother and he hadn't even hesitated or taken it back afterwards. Maybe things were finally going to go his way for once. Maybe thing between him and his little brother weren't going to be that bad now. Maybe…

"Dean!" Sam interrupted his thoughts, "Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?"

"What? Oh yeah! Yeeeaaah…" Dean said it in way that pointed to him doing the complete opposite.

Sam sighed and put his hand up in a god-help-me kind of sign before shaking his head at Dean and sighing again, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Well you could always leave me at a bar somewhere," Dean suggested, "or a Biggersons. I haven't had a Turducken burger in almost….too long."

Dean gave Sam the most innocent expression that he could muster and Sam just couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, "Yeah you wish."

"Like I could be so lucky," Dean said longingly.

Sam raised his eyebrow as he opened his mouth, then closed it, "Do I even want to know what you're thinking about right now?"

Just as Dean looked at his brother, lost in thought…

"Probably not," they both responded together.

Writer's note: Don't you just love it when they do that? I love it when they do that.