A quiet huff at the mention of Dean as he picks a piece of pepperoni off the pizza on the table. "You've been talking to Deano? I'm impressed." But it makes sense, really. Dean is frank and direct, not to mention a bit of a garbage belly like Winchester.

"Well we haven't exactly had a good sit down and chat since the days Dad was a fan of the old school on the cities of the world." A beat. "I also grabbed someone to help coax Sam back from the brink. Away from the edge."

Away from him.