We Won't Fight
Dean looked straight into his brother’s eyes when those words were spoken. It was the look that Dean had been afraid of, the look he had been worried about for a long time.
“I’m not,” Dean answered almost immediately. “I have spoken just as I have always spoken. I am just passing on what our father would have wished.”
“Our father?” Lupus replied. “Whenever we speak, you always go back to him. It’s almost as if you're trying to pull on my heartstrings to convince me. Just answer me, why does everything I say need to be adjusted? Is it because you don’t think I’m a good enough leader?”
“If you have so much to say, then why don’t you become the leader?”
The tone of Lupus's voice was getting more aggressive. Of course, growing up, Dean and Lupus had their arguments. There were many, and at times the two of them would fight it out, even in their full Werewolf forms.