"Yeah, but that's the problem." Letting his gaze linger on the shot glass for a moment, Dean gave it, tossing it back with only a slight grimace. "Things are just going to keep getting worse on the other side. And I can't do a damn thing about it here."
Taking the bottle from Faith after she was done, he refilled his own glass, eyebrows knit slightly. "I don't get vacations." Looking up at her, his lips pulled into a bitter smile. "Even if I could use one."