Talk. Right. How do you tell your brother, or your girlfriend, if that's what ended up with Madison, that you were, I don't know, drinking Demon Blood because you wanted to be strong enough to kill the demon bitch who sent your brother to hell, but you coulnd't really stop even though Lilith wasn't here because you were...addicted to the stuff? yeah that would go over well with almost anyone, espeically your brother.
Sam's internal mind shook it's head, but outwardly, he smiled. "I know Dean. I, I really appreciate it man." Dean always trying to look out for Sam. Always protecting his baby brother. Sometimes, it pissed him off. Sometimes, he felt like the little seven year old kid who used to pester him all day and when he had a nightmare sleep with his sleeping bag on his brother's bed.
"Yeah, man...thanks." He handed over the long empty bottle of beer and looked at his brother. There was something different in his eyes for amoment. something that crossed his face that worried Sam, but it was only there for an instant. And then it was gone.