Dean went quiet, glancing over to Sam. Sam was a part of the entire deal. If he tried to fix this he'd drop dead which would put Dean in the same hole he'd buried himself from before. His baby brother. He failed doing the only job he was supposed to do. Protecting Sammy. Green eyes met Sam's brown for a moment before turning to their father.
Words failed him as he glanced down at the table, taking a deep breath as he played with the ring on his finger. This wasn't about asking for help for him. This was about owning up that he had fucked up. "It's nothing actually." He grinned, taking a sip of his coffee before glancing out the window. "...Nothing you need to worry about, dad."
The fact that Dean was lying to the only man he'd ever follow after without question? Meant he was just about given up on saving his skin.