Seamus had decided it was right time to go to bed. He didn't feel like dealing with Dean anymore but had felt it'd be rude to simply cut off communication with no indication of where he had gone; so he wrote a quick note and promptly shut his journal. He had a bit of a headache and he was hoping that sleep would do him wonders.
He was in the process of getting ready for bed when he heard someone floo in. He wasn't expecting Clara (he had sneaky suspicions that she had a boyfriend she wasn't telling him about), so he was walking around his bedroom in just sleeping pants. He pushed open his bedroom door; clearly looking alarmed. He wasn't expecting to see Dean.
He came to a halt, staring at the man. He couldn't remember the last time Dean had shouted at him. But as he spoke; he couldn't help but feel his eyes narrowed and he had a feeling his headache was simply going to get worse.
"I do listen to you. And maybe I am avoiding you! But what do you expect me to do? I want to keep you around; but I don't agree with a fucking thing you are doing anymore, Dean!" He burst out as soon as he was given the opportunity, stepping closer to the man.
"And because I don't agree with what you are doing, I find it very hard not to have a conversation that loops right back to this. To us fucking arguing! We don't do anything else anymore. It isn't a matter of me not trusting you, it's the fact we don't agree on anything."