Dean felt himself shaking. This wasn't a good argument. This wasn't a good anything. He didn't trust himself to talk for a moment. Didn't trust himself to do anything. Seamus had a point. It was just that he knew why he couldn't trust that Seamus was telling the truth. "I believe everything you say outside of the government part. I know we don't have the same belief on that, but I..." He cut himself off. This wasn't going to help. He wanted to hit things and people and...just everything.
"We can't stop fighting if we never finish one...and it's not pleasant but we're not going to be able to get over it if we don't push through it!"
That startled him. Dean stared at him for a moment as he yelled. He hadn't realized that Seamus' parents had left. That was bad. He shook a little. Did his parents understand what was happening and leave? Why would they leave? When he refocused, he had an angry Seamus in his face and all he could think to do was pull him against him and kiss him, because fuck, he'd missed that.
"You're so fucking infuriating sometimes," he said, just the tiniest hint of amusement to his voice.