"How was it supposed to end?" Sam frowned slightly, bringing up a hand to push through his hair absently, smoothing it back away from his face. He knows, he thinks. He wanted a fight, he wanted Sam to hurt Gabriel more, but...

How could he do that?

Of all the things to piss him off, this wasn't one of them.

"Forget it," he finally murmured after a moment. It's awkward again and he can't help the way his shoulders slouch a little with how tired he feels all of a sudden.

"Are you... okay?"