'Yeah, you are,' Dean stated, reaching for the bottle. Dean knew the dangers of Sam and alcohol as experienced on several occasions. It was fun when Sam was drunk and happy, but when he was depressed and mopey, it wasn't fun at all. It was down right depressing and just sad. 'Give me the damn bottle already.'
He didn't want to fight with Sam over a damn bottle. It would end up messy and just overall badly. Dean just didn't know what to do with Sam sometimes. He understood what it meant and was sure that this was going off of the whole Madison thing and now going back to the same square that they had been at for years.
'Because you're not evil. There is no such thing as destiny and you can control if you're evil or not,' he stated, point blank and to the point. 'Do you think you're evil?'