"Man, what is it with you guys? You think this Serpent of yours is a good thing? You think this is gonna end pretty for you guys?" Dean scoffed, shaking his head and walking off towards the car, sitting on the trunk of it with his hand rubbing frustratedly at his face.
"It's gonna end bloody or sad, probably both, and you asshats are just lining up to help the end come faster." He looked over at Sam, sighing with a shrug. "Like I've always said - monsters I get, but people, man, people are sick."