"Told you."

Dean's lips twitch up, all lopsided and wry. He knew it was gonna go like that, could a called it from a mile away.

"Dunno how you explain two of me, then. One's bad enough." Apparently, more than one, and more than one of him are really, really fucked up. Dean leans against the table, thumbing over a mark, a water ring from a beer.

"No. No, why the hell would I get you out of there and then toss you off to some hunters?"