"Dean..." He watched the other get up like that, shrug him off. He wanted to tell him to stay, not to go, that- he was just in a crap mood. He shouldn't be wondering crap like that about his brother.

Dean was helping him, putting himself in danger in the end and that- should count for something. It really should and it did. Just tonight had been weird.

"I didn't mean it like that, man," he finally murmured. He usually tried not to think about it, dwell on it, but the words came out before he thought the better of it, "It- yeah, it does help, okay?"