"Yeah... okay. You want to make the call? Tomorrow or something..." Dean kept wanting to handle all this-- hadn't even wanted him to come along, but Sam wasn't going to just run away and hide behind his big brother. Besides, maybe he wanted to have some words with those so-called friends anyway--if they were going to come up and say crap to him about what they didn't understand. Something he couldn't even hope to explain... didn't know how to explain.

Just this, whatever between them, didn't feel wrong. Not like it did to most everyone.