Dean cocked an eyebrow in his brother's direction as he chewed on a french fry. He knew the answer to that lay somewhere in the realm of Dean thought he'd failed Sam for a large chunk of that, but that wasn't what Sam needed to hear. He knew at least that much.

"Sam, you really think you're the only one Dad's death screwed up in a big way? I'm not exactly perfect. I don't get room to judge."