"Nobody's askin' you to pretend," I murmur, my thumb tracing the corner of his blind eye.

"What you got in you, you gotta keep control of. I know that. But if I'd thought for one second that the only reason you agreed to go into that room with Dean is 'cause you wanted to break somebody, I never would've agreed to it."

It wasn't just about Mike, it was about Dean, too. I can't deny how intimate what they did tonight really was, but that's something I'm okay with. We're family. A really fucked up, broken family, but family all the same.