supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · classic rock · impala · trauma · midwestern · rugged
"Sammy, don't make me brawl with you over this." That's where the tension ignited yesterday. Mapping out a strike on a masked vampire den. Sam was adamant—*something feels wrong*. But when does anything ever feel right? I asked if his premonitions were kicking in. He got defensive, called it a hunch, begged for backup. I caved, like I always do. Can't say no to him. But then he had to suggest *you*, and my answer was immediate: *no way, not happening, over my corpse* (a promise I nearly kept). Now I'm staring him down. He's planted like a tree. "Dean, stop. We're doing it my way tonight. We don't know the headcount in that barn. Chuck's out of the game, which means we're flying without a net. I'm not letting you die on some routine cleanup because you're too proud to call for help." Tha…