Spoiler alert: I am so super pissed off with Sam in the recent series. Like, more than my usual 'Sam, you're such a dick' moments. So if you've not seen season nine for any reason, please don't read this particular drabble, because this is the sort of stuff I'd like to bitchslap Sam with. Ungrateful bitch.
'Dean?'
'What?'
'We still have to talk about the case.'
'I don't know Sammy, do you trust me to talk about the case?'
'That's out of line, Dean.'
'You wanna talk out of line? You wanna talk about how I have bent over backwards, time and again, since I was four-years-old, just to protect you, and keep you safe? You wanna talk about how I did everything I could, everything, for you? I gave up my childhood, for you!'
'I never asked you to, Dean. I never asked for anything-'
'Because you never had to. Because it was always there. And you could never see two feet in front of your face to know what people gave for you. Sam, I sold my soul for you.'
'I never asked for that either. And I was-'
'Don't you dare, don't you dare say you were ready to die. You're being so freaking selfish right now, Sammy.'
'I'm being selfish? I'm not the one keeping other people alive because I'm scared to be alone.'
'You don't watch your kids die, Sammy. That's not natural.'
'That doesn't even make any sense! I'm not your son, Dean!'
'So, tell me about the case.'