"He's kinda worth helping," I murmur, my lips grazing across his brow. Cas talks about him like he's some kind of fucking saint. A pure, bright soul in the middle of all this darkness. As frustrating as all all Cas' shit is, his single-mindedness and refusal to even take half the effort he puts into looking after Dean and use it to look after himself, I've never really been able to really argue with him about any of it.

I know what kind of man Dean Winchester is. Dean's the only one that doesn't seem to get it.