[ he's shaking, honest to god shaking in her grip because fuck it all, she's right. He's a coward and always has been. Wasn't that the whole problem to begin with? First with Sam after dad left them, again and again and again.
Hell, if he hadn't been such a sad excuse of a human being, Sam might've had a normal life. Shit, he could even be married right now for all Dean knew. Married, and happy. (and discounting the whole demon blood thing, that'd be a real possibility). But, no. He's stuck in the same old rut because asking a chance means trusting someone and there's a dire shortage of people he can do that with and trust they won't die in less then a year.
Let's face it; Dean's just nothing but bad luck and always has been. ] I think that's the problem. You're not stupid, and you're not scared and you should be.
Do you know what I'm supposed to do? What Sam is supposed to do? What we've done? You wouldn't be talking the same game if you knew I'm supposed to be Michael's meat suit and you'd be gaining Lucifer as a brother-in-law.