"Yes, yes we do tell Dean. Unless Sam and Dean share a brain, I think telling Dean is a great idea. People don't seem to take surprise very well in my experience. Especially if they feel threatened." Wash was quick to respond.
He sighed listening to her remaining words. He leaned into the back of the couch shifting his healing broken leg on the coffee table to raise it and ran a hand through his unruly hair making the light mop stand up in the middle of his crown.
"I'm pretty good with finger puppets," he offered lamely and with very little seriousness. "I don't know, Jo. The way my parents taught me things were bad is letting me do them and experience the consequences. That isn't an option here. I won't let it be."