[h2] Dean Winchester [/h2]

Dean kept his hands up, guarding himself from Sam as he watched him process what was going on in the room, and how he was behaving.  He sighed in relief when he saw that his brother was calming down.  He really didn’t want another fist fight between them.  It always ended up with one of them seriously injured, and that someone was usually Dean.

He stepped up to Sam carefully, as he closed his eyes, and clapped a hand on his chest.  After not being punched from the first touch, he wrapped his arm around his brother’s shoulders, hugging him roughly, “I’m sorry, alright?  I didn’t mean to scare you.  I should have called. And when we get back, we can switch out watch over the girl if you need some alone time.  I get it.”

He pulled back from the hug, reaching a hand up to pat Sam on the side of the face, before curling his hands behind his neck to make him look him in the eyes.

“Sammy.  I mean it.  I’m sorry…”, he muttered before releasing him, and calling over his shoulder toward the bathroom, “Esme, you alright?”