Dean's POV
"I don't understand what the f**k his problem is," I grumbled, watching Sam tsk at me.
"Bad, he's your brother. Do you even know where he took off? You know he can't fight for s**t, no offense to him." Sam said and I chuckled slightly.
"No I don't, but I also don't really care either. He's too attached to Mom and he needs to learn that nobody's gonna live forever."
Sam sighed at my sentence, "aren't you even a little bit worried about him? He's been gone for three hours already."
"I know, but he always does that when he has his stupid tantrums. So no, I don't care because he'll be back in the next thirty minutes to an hour." I shrugged.
"And if he isn't?"
"Then that's his fault, I don't care dude just go find someone else to interrogate." I snapped, watching Sam put his h
