Dean listened, frown deepening. Seamus couldn't tell him. He believed that, and he trusted his friend enough to not push that part anymore, once he'd been told. . .
But doing it for him? Sod that. If it was that big, and could get him in that much trouble, and Seamus was doing it for HIM, he could cut it right the hell you. Dean didn't want him running about getting up to secret shite on his behalf. "I'm not sucked into a war. I joined the D.A. Same as you. It's not like I was daft and don't know what's going on. And if you're doing it for me, then sod off. I don't want you sticking your nose in something that could get sent off to Azkaban for me. You don't have to tell me what it is, but if that's your reason, then cut it right the hell out."