>“Oh, great. So you want me to lie to him now, is that it?”
“It’s not lying. It’s just not telling him everything. Which isn’t going to hurt anything, anyway!” Yes, Sam is well aware that he sounds like a stupid teenager right now, thanks. There’s really just no other way to go with this conversation right now, and maybe if they were more normal they wouldn’t even have to be having it, because it wouldn’t even be an issue.
Brothers are supposed to cover for each other; he’d cover for Dean if Dean would ever get over this whole creepy worship thing he’s got going on for Dad and just do something for once. Something Dad didn’t tell him to do, or, hell, maybe something Dad told him not to do. Just something that isn’t an order he has to follow. Because Sam’s tired of being the only one tired of following orders.
>"Are you listening to yourself, Sam? Because... shit, man, you're being a dick."
“At least I’m not just Dad’s puppet,” is probably the wrong response, there, because he’s not supposed to say things like that. He can think them, and he does, and he’s pretty sure he’s completely right in thinking it, but saying it is different, because he loves his brother, he does, but his words are never going to not be like daggers when he’s this pissed off.