Sam's lip twitched angrily as Deena continued to talk. Like she knew what Dean would want. She didn't know his brother like he did, she wasn't family. She had no right to be there and lecturing him because she didn't know what it was like. She hadn't lived their life. She couldn't possibly know how it felt to know that he was the reason his mother, his girlfriend, his father all died. And now he was the reason his brother went to hell.
"Yeah well, Dean's not here to tell me that, and I was never much for listening to him anyway." He snapped, half tempted to just open the door and see her out.
"There's nothing to fight for, Deena. Dean's gone. I'm tired of fighting." Sam leaned his back against the wall and brought his arms up to cross them across his chest, keeping his eyes locked on a stain on the floor. He didn't want to look at her anymore. He really just wanted to be alone.
"You have no idea what I'm going through right now."