"Is that what it looked like, huh?" He asked bitterly, glancing over at Sam. It was pretty crappy to know that his worry for Sam looked like boredom and annoyance. He'd almost forgotten what it was like to not be able to do any damn thing right.

Then Sam was walking off without the car keys and Dean had to bite back a snarl of aggravation. He waved off the blood he just ordered, snatched up the keys, and followed after his idiot brother. Temper tantrums were one thing, but he'd just been almost killed by a local vampire the night before and he was going to wander off alone?

Fine. Instead of staying in the nice bar, having a drink, and ogling pretty waitresses, he'd stalk after Sam and make sure he didn't get himself killed.