"I am your best friend!" He shouted, as soon as the original phrase left Dean's mouth. He wasn't going to have Dean accusing him of not being a loyal friend; he was always that. Perhaps he was faltering as a lover, and that he couldn't argue if the man tried to use that against him (though he really hadn't done anything wrong at this point in time); but he had never stopped being Dean's most loyal friend. He crossed his arms, letting one of his hands slide up into his hair to grip at the strands as he shook his head back and forth, barely able to keep himself from shouting again and cutting Dean completely off.
"Do you want to try using that logic from my point of view? Maybe I feel like you should believe me; even if you can't seem to think I am telling the truth. Do you see how improbable that is for you to try and use against me? You believe one thing and I another. You can not be angry at me because I don't believe you!" He retorted, his voicing climbing up in volume and cracking partially.
"Yes, we do keep avoiding actually arguing. You know why? Because you've been gone for over four years and I finally have you back in my life. I don't want to spend my time with you fucking fighting; but its what always seems to happen!"
"THEY ARE NOT CONTROLLING ME, DEAN" he then screamed, slamming his hands down. The very idea infuriated him; that the government he believed in would sink to such an act of defiance towards its people. "I am not a bloody puppet. I know I make my own decisions because I keep fucking everything up! I fucked up my situation with Lavender, I can't seem to ever make you happy worth a shit, my parents --- fuck --- they don't want anything to do with me at all so they moved without telling me. If I were a fucking puppet being controlled, I'd at least have my life in some sense of fucking order, don't you think!?!"
His eyes were blazing, and he hadn't realized it as he shouted, but he was now in Dean's face, glaring into the man's eyes. "So don't you...don't you fucking dare say that again."