"Oh gee, thanks Dad." Mouthing off to Dean was looking like the highlight of his whole fucking week at this point. He meant it when he'd said to Madison last night that this had been a hell of a lot for one guy to digest. Hell the variables in this scenario alone were enough to stress anyone the fuck out. Truthfully, Sam thought he was handling his shit pretty damn well.
Sam took the shot, and downed it, and handed the glass back to Dean without a word. "Yeah, I KNOW. Not to mention…you know….me…" he said not wanting to say anything about good ol' yellow eyes' blood in him because saying it sounded to much like admitting what he was doing.