She spreads her hands. "I don't know, that's why I asked. Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother?"
His hands clench into fists at his sides, so hard that his nails break skin. He's breathless with rage as he glares at her.
Even if he doesn't exactly like how bossy Dean can be sometimes, that doesn't mean he wants him gone, much less dead. Keep it together, he tells himself. Don't let her see that she's hit a nerve.
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She spreads her hands. "I don't know, that's why I asked. Aren't you tired of cleaning up Dean's messes? Of dealing with that broken psyche of his? Aren't you tired of being bossed around like a snot-nosed little brother?"
His hands clench into fists at his sides, so hard that his nails break skin. He's breathless with rage as he glares at her.
Even if he doesn't exactly like how bossy Dean can be sometimes, that doesn't mean he wants him gone, much less dead. Keep it together, he tells himself. Don't let her see that she's hit a nerve.