"Dammit, Sam!" Dean slams his hand into the steering wheel and winces. Note to self, stop doing that. The bruise is getting better, but that still hurts.

"And if we're all together, they can do the same thing! They already--Sam, you didn't see it, but one of them came after me--" That's Cas' dirty laundry. Screw it. "Look. We're screwed no matter what, so why not keep doing like we've been doing?"