Dean had been there long enough to hear some secrets, biting the inside of his cheek as the urge to spill his own was being brought closer and closer to the surface. He frowned as he was grabbed, looking the guy over "Pretty sure a whole shit ton of us thought the same thing, pal. In whatever reality we're from."

He sighed, free hand rubbing his forehead a bit. "More I think about it, though, the less I'm thinkin' I was..." He lost both his brothers. No way was that the right thing.