Dean didn't take offense at the snapping. Sam had a temper a lot like Dad. They both needed someone to yell at when the going got rough.

He listened and tried to work out what Sam was saying. It should have been simple, but part of him just couldn't believe what he was hearing. They were supposed to be safe.

He bit back the urge to respond that this 'friend' wasn't much of one and nodded instead. "Okay. Someone saw us doing something they shouldn't have seen and now it's all over school?" And probably his work by now.

"Sam... I don't know what to say here. Can you live with this? Do you want to stay? Do we need to leave?"