Dean didn't blame her. He wouldn't mind not knowing some of the things he knew. Or having not lived some of the things he lived. He probably could have asked Cas to wipe his or Sam's memories, but he wouldn't do that. He would keep it all, even what he didn't want or like.
"We've had some really weird shi..crap happen." He shrugged and then glared at the car. "I always clean the back seat." He actually sounded as if he were offended by the suggestion. He didn't think to be embarrassed by why he should clean the back seat. He didn't seem to mind that at all. But, for the Impala to think that he didn't clean it often enough? That was just not right.
"Look, Annie, just be careful about who knows, okay. You may not think much about it, but there are people who might use you." He touched her shoulder again. "If you can talk to things, you'd be useful." There was a soft squeeze to her shoulder before he pulled his arm away. Concern and anger drifted over his face before he turned to look at his word volcano baby. He didn't like the idea of someone using a poor girl for something she was born with. It was like that damn antichrist kid. There were nights Dean wondered what happened to that kid.