dean is grumpy because no one ever leaves things where they found them, so heās turning the armory upside down looking for that one rifle while cas shuffles behind him, bored, and dean grouches āwho took the good rifleā and cas says āyour momā and dean drops the spear (why do they have a spear?) to the floor and just stares in disbelief at cas, who, stone faced, follows up with āyour mother, maryā, and dean rolls his eyes because of course itās mary, but thereās no way cas doesnāt know what heās saying when he drops lines like that. āiām rubbing off on youā, dean mutters. this time itās cas time to drop what heās holding (an empty box of ammo dating back to the 50s). āyou humans make very little sense to meā, he gripes, and dean doesnāt believe that cas thinks that for a second.
