"You get used to it. It used to get me into trouble, keeping straight what they knew and what they didn't know about each other," I murmur, eyes on the line of his spine, my hand reaching out to touch the tattoo on his shoulder blade. I'm not even gonna fuckin' point out how different what happened with Dean tonight is to what happened with Sam. The idea of comparing the two isn't something that sits right with me, especially since I sent Mike in there tonight with my blessing.

"Did you see Sam, at the club? Their whole relationship's such a clusterfuck." All three of them, even if Cas is convinced he doesn't fit in their lives anymore.