"That's not what I'm saying, Dean." And now he really wished he hadn't opened his mouth and had crawled into bed instead. "All I'm saying is we can't just go back to the way things were before, y'know? We've changed."
Really, really regretting saying anything at all. "I mean look at our lives, Dean. We're living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. And when we're not living here then we're living in cheap motels and out the trunk of a car that's older than we are. Most people our age have houses and jobs. They don't hunt down things that go bump in the night. Their lives aren't one big road trip."
Shut up, Sam. Just, shut up and stop making things worse. "When was the last time we had any privacy? We're practically in each other's faces 24/7. And when things go wrong? We just brush them under the carpet and pretend they're not there because we think it's easier. But that lump in the carpet is getting pretty big, Dean."