There are a lot of things Dean could’ve accused Sam of throughout the life they shared. He could’ve accused him of being a coward, and sometimes he did. He could’ve accused him of being an ingrate for putting his wants before his family’s needs- and he did. He could’ve accused him of being weak, or audacious, or naive for forgetting about the hunting life or believing in the lies of a monster that lied beneath a mask of feminine beauty and dark eyes. And, unfortunately, he did. But if there’s one thing Dean cannot accuse Sam of, it’s of not being understanding- to the people who need it most, mostly. To victims, to neighbors, to frightened children. To angels and to older brothers, and to the relationship that exists in between.