Dean was pretty sure Sam didn't actually resent him for what he did. The situation was uncomfortable on all sides. He knew Sam was having a hard time with it... he could feel it. Sam had always been pretty easy for Dean to read, but feeling it was something else entirely.

The night before, he'd wanted to chase after the waitress, but he thought it would make Sam uncomfortable, so he didn't. Somehow, when he tried to make his brother happy, he still ended up going wrong. He'd been tired, in pain, and frustrated, and lashed back more than he ought to have. All that anger was gone when he woke up this evening, though. Now, he was just empty and defeated.

He heated up the blood and resigned himself to bolting it down as he put his things together to leave. "Animal, vegetable, or mineral?"