"You should listen to the women in your life." Herself included. Liv offered him a tiny smile at the fondness she could see in his eyes, even for that short description of what Charlie would do, but he moved on and she followed. A small huff of air puffed past her nostrils when he confirmed that Sam may not even have the first clue why Dean was ready to tear him apart.
"Can you imagine...what that would be like for him?" she told him, empathetic pain in her eyes. "You suddenly wailing on him for something he has no idea about. Even if he found out, how that would tear him up inside even more?"
She was pretty sure Dean knew exactly what she was talking about, if they'd gone around in this circle so long. She went back to her original point, which she thought by the look in his eyes, and the sound in his voice, he had finally come to. The hand around his arm slinked out and draped behind his back, even if it was awkward because he was a good foot taller than her, and twice as wide. She still drew it back and forth in a comforting manner. In a way that reminded him- this is real. We are here- not in TV land.
"We've all got issues carrying over from our..'lives' back home, but maybe... it's the universe's way of giving you a Mulligan." Didn't his other brother mention something about dying horribly in their other universe? Not to mention Sam and Dean's tendency to be constantly kicked in the nutsack by Karma. "As long as you're here... make it count."