Sam was the golden boy! The college boy, the sympathetic one, the polite one. Course he had plenty of flaws. And Dean had always been the loyal son. They were both as stubborn as mules though.
He stilled his leg, jaw clenching as he mulled words over in his head. He shot Dean a look that was somewhere between bitch face #273 and exhaustion. "Nothing. I'm fine." Yeah. Like Dean was ever going to believe that one. He let out a long, low sigh. "I'm just not sure we can go back to how things were. I'm not sure I want to."