Dying hurts. I can't remember all of it, but it hurt a lot. [Alma lets Dean wipe his hand off, staring at his uninjured hand once it's clean enough.]
Things that die should stay dead, right? [And suddenly he's angry all over again. It's so quick and fast, overwhelming him. He rips his hand away from Dean, slamming it into the cabinet door, cracking it in two and scattering splinters everywhere.] Then should why did they bring me back?