fire away

Dean: Alright then. Might be back in late tonight. Don't bother waiting up.

Things like chips and salsa. That is really good.

Dean: Okay, okay, just...both of you, be careful. And, no chick flick moments.

Dean: Let you be happy? Fuck, Sam, I devote a majority of my fuckin' life to you. Just...fuck it.

Dean: Do whatever. Don't mean I'll be thrilled about it.

Sam: I wasn't expecting you to be thrilled, Dean, but a pat on the back or at least an inch of care without you freaking out would have been nice.

Dean: It's gonna feel weird if my actual brother start's seein' my metaphorical sister, Sam. I don't feel anything towards her in a different way. But, dammit, Sam, everyone who gets close to us gets dragged down. I don't want that to happen to her, and I don't want the aftermath of that happening to you. Not after Jess, not after Madison, or Sarah...I hate seein' that happen to you.

Sam: Quit doing that. Quit acting like I can instantly agree with you with the snap of a finger. You're not dad and I'm not a little kid. I can make my own decisions, and so can she. Jo's tough. We're working through it together. She's different, Dean.