[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean flinched when Sam shoved him back, quickly tying the sheet in a makeshift Toga around his body, as he figured Sam’s aggression was going to become an actual altercation, at this point, “Alright.  Sammy calm down…we can talk about why you’re mad, which I don’t understand but…”

As he expected, Sam punched him, causing a loud crack to ring out through the room as his punch connected with Dean’s nose.  He stumbled backward, grabbing the table with his hand as he fell, stabilizing himself.  This wasn’t a fight he wanted with Sam, and was one of the very things he was trying to avoid.  Not to mention, he had a horrible hangover and was naked, of all things.  He also didn’t want Esme to have this first impression of his brother, seeing as she hadn’t really met him the day before.  Sam wasn’t normally like this, unless he was pissed.

“DAMMIT SAM!”, he cried out, holding his nose with one hand, while pushing himself up from the table with his other.  He pushed himself away from the table and groaned shaking the punch from his head.  His brother forgot, at times that he was basically a giant, and his punches were like hitting someone with a brick.  As he blinked his eyes back open, he muttered, “I have a headache, man…”

Knowing that his words would likely cause Sam to punch him again, he held up both hands, “Stop!  Stop it.  I’m sorry, okay?  I wanted a drink.  I wanted a break.  I’m tired, man.  You can take one too.  The angels can wait and Lucifer isn’t going to suddenly become MORE of a threat because we take a night off.”

He then shoved his brother roughly with his palm, realizing that in Sam’s anger, he was immovable.  He sighed and raised a hand toward Esme, “We’re fine.  Everyone’s okay.  I don’t wanna hurt you, man…”