Sam and Dean were in there latest disagreement.
"You said to me once," Sam sat down on the old crapy motel bed, "you didn't want me to leave the second this thing, finding dad, was done," Sam looked up at his brother, "that was 10 years ago Dean and I'm still here. I haven't left you. Your my big brother. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you," Sam leaned back and grabbed his wallet of the table, "I'm going to go get some food. You hungry?" Dean sat there still. He didn't know what to say. "Ok," Sam grabbed the keys to the impala, "then I'll bring you back the usual." Sam walked out and left Dean standing there speechless.
