"My point, jerk, was that you weren't always so hopeless sounding. I was. This - it's a development. Even when I had no choice but to - you know, you still had hope. I don't even want to ask what changed."
Sam rolled his eyes at Dean but stood to follow him. "Explore happiness with whoever you want, just... try to reel it in and relax a little. Get a massage." He rolled his shoulder when Dean mentioned it, feeling the pulled muscle in there scream when he moved it. "My arm still has a pulse, my hands aren't cold. I was a little lightheaded earlier but - I don't think I am anymore. And besides, I've had this for over 24 hours. If my arm hasn't fallen off by now, it's attached well."