Why did he suddenly feel like the little brother getting yelled at for stealing the last packet of chips again, or for hiding a pet mouse (that wasn't a pet at all, it was very wild) under the bathroom sink cupboard in some run down motel?
"Yeah, I guess." Keep trudging on through the endless shit that waded their way - as always. He did shift closer though, running a hand through his hair. "I just... sometimes I feel like I'm drowning, y'know? Like... how much more crap can this family take? Mom, Jess, Dad, Bobby, Rufus, Jo, Ellen, us, Cas... how cursed can one family be, Dean?" Okay, so technically they weren't all family, strictly speaking, but they were all connected through Sam and Dean, which pretty much made them just as cursed.