"You'll get over it, I'm sure," he responded. People generally got used to his negative attitude. At least the people that he was generally wary of.
Teleportation? What the hell was this, some freaking sci-fi movie? The closest thing he'd ever gotten to teleportation was then that Trickster had played the timeloop scenario on him. He'd lived over a hundred days watching his brother die over and over again. He'd be standing over Dean's corpse one minute, and then he'd be waking up in his bed the next. But that was it. Frowning, he glanced over his shoulder and nodded.
"Fine. But I'm armed. Don't forget. Try and anything and I won't hesitate to start firing."