Seamus gave Dean something approaching an arch look. "Says the man who fought his way through a battle without a wand." But he knew Dean knew what he meant, and that he liked it? That just made Seamus glad.
It was something more to hold onto as Dean spoke. It seemed like his mother had been hiding something after all, but it was too late to do anything about it now. Damn stubborn woman! "Don't," Seamus bit out. "Don't you dare apologize for doing your damn best to protect her. It's not your fault. I know and...and she knows." His voice caught, but he pressed on. "You fought, and that's enough Dean. It's enough for me, so just don't..." He trailed off, not caring that tears were streaming down his face.