"Alright, that's fair," Dean reasoned with a shrug. Yeah, Dean wasn't all for telling Sam his problems either, so he could understand that. Different. All chicks were different but deep down, they all wanted the same thing. Unless they were Faith. Those chicks just didn't have souls. Alright, so maybe he was being a little too hard on the chick that was Faith Lehane, but come on. Anyone could easily tell that she was definitely different.
He didn't really know what to say because hell, he had no idea. He didn't know who Anne was or how she was, but Emily did mention something about her to him, but it wasn't anything about ... this.
"Why would you say that?" Dean asked him point blank and finished off his first beer. He leaned forward and set it on the table before laying back against the couch and Roxy seemed to get more comfortable.
"I say if you love her and she loves you, then ... nothing can stop that. I'm assumin'. Course I was all wrong about that, but whatever. You're different." He needed the stability. Dean was more of a free spirit while Sam needed the reassurance of someone being there, or well, so he thought.
"Yeah, I've learned," Dean stated and made a face. "This place is fucked up."