Dean smiled slightly inwardly at that. Seeing young John Winchester had seriously messed with his head, but he'd liked the guy. A lot. He shook his head. "No. I don't."
But they could HELP her. He was still him. He'd still done all the same things. The big stuff? Dean had a hard time believing that in the next thirty years he'd face something bigger than Lucifer, or more legendary.
He could hear it, in her voice. Dean licked at his lower lip. "You hate him," he said. It was an observation, a statement. Dean nodded. That meant it went on, long enough for her to see it. Cas dropping in and out. It had to.
When he saw the amulet, Dean's eyes about popped. He put his hand out to touch it--because it was his. He'd tossed it, sure, but he'd done that because Cas had been a dick, and God was...
It was warm, from touching Ellen's skin. And the little plastic army man... it shouldn't be out of the Impala. Unless...
"Okay. That's a lot to take. I need a drink."
He let go of the charms and went back to the Impala, and was back in five minutes with a flask in his hand. He'd already tossed back some of the contents of it.