"I'm not crying." Dean's voice was gruff and hurt. And, on the verge of tears again. "Where the fuck are my shoes?" They would be too big, but that didn't matter. Dean would find the witch, kill her, and all would be well.
"And, you shove an Evergreen stake through her." It had worked with others. "Or an angel sword." That one was a little tougher to find. The tree would be easier.
"She wouldn't be my first goddess. She's not a goddess, just some stupid chick with too much time on her hands and a grimoire." He rolled his eyes and went back to looking for his boots.