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Sam tried to coax me out a couple more times to no avail causing more tears to fall. He almost got me to respond when his voice broke on his last please. I had to hold in a sob and bite my lip not to respond.

I don't even remember why it was so important that I didn't say anything back. I guess I had never been in a two sided fight before and I just wasn't sure how to handle it. Fights with Jonathan had always been one sided. I had always done something wrong (or so he led me to believe) and he chewed me out for hours on end. I had no opinion, no rights, no worth. This kind of fight was completely different.

I stayed in my corner chair until a sharp knock came at the library door pulling me out of my self induced dismal despair.

"Fuck off!" I yelled trying as hard as I could not to let my voice break on my words. It didn't work. It was obvious I was upset.

"Sammy back up" I heard Dean through the door.

"But I want to talk to her! I don't want to hear her cry anymore!"

"Sam. Back. Give her some space she probably isnt used to voicing her opinion. Just chill and I will do what I can."

He knocked again after I heard Sam's footsteps fade.

"It's just Dean. I come with a peace offering."

"Fine." I growled as I got up and pulled open the door to see Dean holding a homemade avocado bacon burger. My stomach grumbled at the sight and I realized I hadn't eaten since breakfast which was a good ten hours ago now.

"Sam said it was your favorite." Dean supplied walking in and sitting down across from where he set the burger down.

It was my favorite and the fact that Sam not only knew that but told Dean to do something about it almost got the waterworks going again. It sounds really weird and oddly clingy but even having only been "together" for a little while I didn't like fighting with him. We had never really got into a fight before either and I absolutely hated it. I had a friend in college who told me she loved fighting with her boyfriend because of the adrenaline and all the things it got out in the air (let's not forget the make-up sex) and I don't know what she was on but I was now sure she was smoking something. It was awful. But I was stubborn.

I glanced out into the foyer and saw Sam leaning against the opposite wall with his eyes trained on me with his eyebrows pulled up in worry and his lips pressed into a thin peach colored line stretching across his chin where his usually pink soft lips should have been.

I quickly closed the door before I lost it again and turned to Dean, "Are you supposed to be the peacemaker?"

"Nah, I'm supposed to tell you why you're wrong and need to calm the fuck down, which you do. I am also supposed to have you walk out there and talk to Sam without any major douchebag moves. But I can't really do that because a) I would be doing the exact same thing and b) you're stubborn." He said matter of factly as he took a bite out of the burger he had carted in for himself.

"Great. Thank you. Very helpful words sensi please drop more knowledge that I may pick up the crumbs and treat it as a harvest to store it for when the time is right." I sighed with sarcasm as I sat down and nearly shoved the burger in my face.

"You look like shit by the way." Dean observed completely ignoring my perfect sass.

"Thats what happens when a girl cries for hours. What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked getting real tired of his bulshit that was NOT helping. He really was pulling out all the stops from his can of douchebag.

"Nothing. I can't tell you anything because I agree with you and I'm not going to lie to you. I don't think you need someone to give you advice either. I saw the way you looked at him. You want to be okay. So go out there and do it." Dean instructed, completely contradicting his statement about not telling me what to do.