winchestheart:

_{Really, Dean, all these years, you’re so predictable. Yeah, well, I guess we’ve all changed. I got predictable. You got soft. I mean, a few years ago, who’d have thought you’d be helping us save the girl of the week? I don’t care about her. Yeah, well, maybe we rubbed off on you. Don’t flatter yourself. You saved Cas. Juste to spare myself the Winchester man pain, you lot moping about like a bunch of schoolgirls. Well, I just wanna say thank you. Or, a few years ago, who would’ve thought you’d be working with the King of Hell? Maybe you’ve rubbed off on me. Maybe I’ve rubbed off all over you. Ugh.}