Dean doesn't actually hate her, which is weird considering all the times she's fucked with his life and tried to kill him, so... Maybe he should hate her. She's taking his angel and everything, and Cas is enjoying the hell out of it. It's hard though when he can see that she's actually good to Cas for... some bizarro reason. ...bitch.

"Yeah, pass." He pushes away from the counter and takes his beer with him into the living room, needing a moment to brood by himself, not that he really sees it that way. That is, of course, what he's doing as he drops himself onto the couch and leans his head against the back cushion.

"Okay, so. Protection. Way I see it is we mainly need to keep Lucifer and Crowley off our tails, yeah?"