Don't give me that shit, Lilac, Dean said vehemently. He'd already gone through this with Balthazar not sinking the Titanic. You're my daughter and one way or another you'll be born. He surprised himself by saying those words, and he suddenly half-regretted it because it put all his emotions towards Cas out in the open to be scrutinized. Just.. don't, alright?

You told Sam, not me. Dean responded shortly, still quite tense. There was something weird to him, his gut instinct was telling him to pull over and check in anyway for a demon because it could've easily possessed the girl. But somewhere, his conscience was telling him that she'd just seen her brother die and didn't need the sudden appearance of Ruby's knife or holy water. Why is it your fault?