"I know." He took a sip of his beer. Part of him was still wishing he'd gone to bed when he had the chance. Maybe the heap of crap under the carpet could've stayed there another year or two if they hadn't poked at it...

"Maybe that's the problem, Dean. Maybe we didn't give ourselves enough time to move on from the bad crap. We just kinda shove it aside and carry on. Maybe that's why we're here, now. I mean... I'm still pissed at you for selling your soul because of me."