AN: Late, as usual, ever so sorry. Also, it kind of sucks, so double sorry.
Sam had crossed a line.
Ever since Dean had come back from Hell Sam had been walking on a tightrope and now he's slipped, and he's falling fast, no net to catch him.
"I can't believe you would do that Sammy!" Dean yelled.
"I'm sorry Dean, it's just you were gone for so long!"
"That's no excuse!" Dean was pacing around their motel room now, his lips pressed tightly together. Sam sat on the edge of his bed, trying not to burst into laughter.
"I'm sorry," he repeated, smiling now.
"I can't believe you just called my baby 'your car.'"