Sam swung wide, expecting Dean to avoid his fist. Off balance, they fell forward in a tangled heap. "Why didn't you block that!" He demanded, harshly pinning Dean against the pavement.

Dean's eyes flickered, green with golden flecks of hurt shining in the afternoon sun. He didn't know what to say, aside from sorry. I'm sorry this… we're… I'm… not enough for you Sammy.

"How can you defend him?" Sam shouted accusingly. "This isn't what Mom would've wanted for us," Sam finished softly, glancing darkly at the Impala.

Dean didn't reply, massaging his jaw as Sam rolled off him defeatedly.


A/N: Happy birthday Fallenangel218! Hope this is angsty enough for you haha