Dean's head tilted to the side slightly at that, before turning around to face her, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Are you kidding me? Ever since we've met you've been ragging on me for not taking care of Sam the way you think I should. You telling me that this wasn't just another piece to add on to the pile?"

He then shook his head. "And that whole comment about seeing someone? Pot, this is kettle. You're black."