[ Dean's tongue-tied for all of about ten seconds because, seriously. How the hell does he respond to that? He doesn't want to say go, but he doesn't want to say stay either.
Damn these relationships!
It was so much easier when he could just hope in the car and say c'est la vie, whatever the hell that meant. But he answers, with a scoff. ]
Yeah, well. You can have him cuz I ain't taking you. Besides, if you're not around who the hell am I supposed to drink with? Sam's a stick in the mud and he certainly ain't a giant frickin' blue alien.