"Or kidnapped, or eaten, whatever."

There's no stopping the list of potential shitty things that could happen to him, okay, and he's not going to let any of that happen. He'd fucked up once - twice, technically, judging by that other world.

Dean plucks the pack right out of his hands, and pockets them, zipping his jacket up to hide them. That's a habit that's gonna stop right freaking there, that's for goddamn sure.

"'cause you're my little brother."