"I know that, but it doesn't change that I'm pissed at you for it. I'm never gonna just be okay with it, 'cause I kept telling you she was trouble," he argued, and he wasn't even going to think of bringing up Bobby.
He raked a hand down his face and finished off his beer, opening up another. "I know you had to, Sam. And I was the one left behind while you were in Hell this time." He sipped his new beer and picked at the label. "And now your soul's fine, Cas is fine -- relatively speaking -- and I'm not running around with a patricidal Robo-Sam."
Setting down his beer, he looked at his brother. "You know damn well why I got your soul back. And we're even on the whole throwing ourselves into Hell crap."