Later, he'll be sick with guilt over that wounded look on his brother's face.

Right now however, right now Sam can't think beyond the blind anger threatening to choke him. When Dean turns away, he scowled, turning towards his duffel. "Screw this. I know what I'm doing Dean. You don't like it, don't watch, but I'm taking her down."

A frustrated sound slipped free. He can get to his duffel, but when he reached out for his jacket his hand simply.. stopped.