Notes: just a wee bit of bottom Dean with cock biting/scratching
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Dean’s always known that he was in to some kind of kinky shit. It all started with Rhonda Hurley, a pair of pink panties, and getting bent over her thick thighs and spanked until he was begging. Yeah. Dean thought that was pretty weird at the time. But it was also really fucking awesome.
So he likes a little cross dressing, getting spanked, being dominated by women. He even likes a few fingers up the back door when he’s getting a blow job. He’s been tied up a few times, and this one chick used to bite him hard enough to bleed. Dean thought that was pretty kinky.
Then he met Anna.
He knew Anna was going to be a wild ride from the moment he saw her bright red hair and that sweet innocent smile of hers. It was always the innocent looking ones.
Tugging at the ropes tied tight around his wrists, Dean shifted his hips up off the bed a little and whimpered. He wasn’t quite at begging point yet. Anna was settled between his legs, vivid hair fallen over her shoulders tickling his lap. She had his balls crushed in one of her tiny hands as she sucked his cock down a few inches and bit hard.
Dean gasped and tried not to shove up into her mouth. Holy shit. Kneading his balls, squeeze and release, hard enough to hurt, gentle, letting her nails dig in to the thin skin, she licked up his cock and smiled at him. Kissed down the length, sucked a little mouthful of skin off the side, and clamped her teeth down.
It hurt, holy fuck, her tiny little teeth and nails made him squirm but it also made his pulse quicken, made his cock twitch, made the tension low in his gut twist up just a little tighter. Precome welled out of the tip of his cock. She kept kissing and licking and sucking on his dick then biting down hard. Wrapping her lips around it and sinking down to the base, then dragging her teeth up the length, canines scraping sensitive skin.
Dean was covered in a sheen of sweat. He was tugging hard enough on the rope to pull it almost too tight, pinching his skin. His lip was swollen from biting, toes clenching in the sheets, legs spread out wide asking for more.
Anna knelt up in between his legs. She squeezed his cock on one of her dainty little hands. The girl was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked. Scratching her nails up the underside of his cock, she pinched his foreskin between her fingers and tugged, letting her long red painted nails sink into the flesh and drag. Digging her nails in, twist, up and down the shaft until it was striped red, she smacked his cock a few times and flicked at the head.
Okay, Dean was at his begging point.
She just smiled at him, that pretty smile that lit up her eyes, and scraped her nail over, over, into his urethra. Dean bucked up off the bed, god that burned, pushing up into her hands while she squeezed him harder.
Anna told him he was a good boy. She stroked his cock lightly and pressed a thumb down the crease between his legs. It calmed him down.
Dean begged for more. He wanted to come with her sharp nails in his ass and her hard teeth on his cock. Anna smacked the inside of his thigh. And again, rougher, both sides, until his skin was tingling and flush from it. Dean could be a good boy, he could say please.
Bending over him to place kisses on his belly, his chest, bite down hard on his nipples and tug them between her teeth, Anna moved back down between his legs. Sucking two fingers into her mouth, she licked at herself until she was slick and Dean was transfixed watching her. Anna teased him with little kitten licks and a finger just circling his hole. Dean rocked his hips up and brought his feet up closer to his ass to lift up off the bed, tell her come a little closer.
Sucking the head of his cock in her mouth, tonguing around the head and pushing back the foreskin to get under it, she drew the most sensitive little fold of foreskin behind the head in between her teeth. Bit down. Dean was tense and panting. She nibbled on him almost daintily. It was too light. Not enough. Then she pulled. Clamped her teeth down and tugged as she pressed a spit slick finger inside him and Dean came screaming.
Dean settled on a stool at the kitchen island as he picked up the thin plastic tubes that had something colorful inside.
"Honey."
Cas had a pink ribbon tied around his head, and it was only ten o'clock so he'd probably been playing with the kids before bed and forgotten.
"Honey?"
The countertop was strewn with fake grass, colorful plastic eggs, various 'goodies' - yeah, no - and four little white baskets.
"Well, it's raw organic honey, but it's flavored."
Cas was froofing some grass in his baskets and considering arrangements as he started filling them. Dean picked up something from one of the organized piles.
"Fruit leather? Really? Because what kid doesn't want dried fruit on Easter."
Scornfully tossing down the package of fruit leather he had been inspecting, Dean rolled his eyes and hefted up the bag he'd brought over. The plastic bag crinkled as he set it on the counter.
"Fruit leather is a treat, it's delicious."
Dean was distracted, and horrified, by what he saw Cas putting in the baskets next.
"Oh no, you cannot be serious, Cas, that’s not what you’re supposed to put in an Easter basket!"
Cas held up the toothbrush in question and frowned at it.
"They have the kids favorite cartoon characters on them, they're a fun novelty."
They were bright and shaped like characters, one Spiderman, one of those chicks from Frozen, one Hulk and one Scooby Doo. They were neat. But what kind of sadistic bastard gives out a toothbrush as a 'toy'. On friggin’ Easter. Like hey, here’s some candy with a side of guilt trip.
Cas shrugged and kept arranging his baskets with the healthy items.
Hefting the loot he'd just bought at a gas station, Dean tipped his bag of offerings onto the counter. Spilling out over the neat little stacks Cas had made and tipping them over, chocolate eggs, peanut butter cups, jelly beans, and peeps covered the counter in a bright sugary rainbow.
Cas glared at him.
Dean smirked, "This is why I'm the cool uncle."
"I'm not putting that in my kid's baskets."
"Man come on, don't ruin their childhoods. Let them have some candy every now and then."
"Childhood obesity and diabetes is a very serious matter Dean. And oral hygiene is always important."
"It's Easter Cas. You know they're going to go to school on Monday and talk about all the goodies they got with their friends. Don't do this to your kids, they'll be the uncool ones with the toothbrushes and fruit leather, it'll affect their social standing for years. Think of their self esteem."
Cas huffed an impatient sigh and rolled his eyes, picking up one of the chocolate eggs like it was carrying ebola, and studied the label on it.
"I suppose we might put a few of these in the baskets. Nothing with high fructose corn syrup though."
"Everything good in the world has high fructose corn syrup in it."
"Not true. Raw cane sugar, honey, agave nectar, stevia, these are all acceptable sweeteners."
Dean was trying to stealthily sneak the real goodies into the kid's baskets underneath the fake grass, but Cas had hawk eye vision and was systematically plucking everything out and studying the labels.
There was shuffling on the tile floor at the kitchen door and Anna was smiling widely as she came waddling in with a little brown ball of fluff cupped in her hands. Sam loomed behind her, holding a cage that he carried in and set on the countertop next to the mess of basket fillings. His brother had dragged Anna quietly down the hallway as soon as they'd come inside to show her something secret. Apparently, she felt the need to share it with Dean too.
Dean stood and pushed his stool towards Anna, who plopped down and held up the fur ball in his face.
"Look at how cute they are!"
Dean shook his head, covering his nose. "No, uh-huh, don't come near me with that thing man, I've got allergies."
"You're allergic to cats, not bunnies."
"I'm allergic to small fuzzy things."
"I want one too," Anna smiled widely at him, her eyes gleaming and he would never understand how she managed to make that happen on command.
"Hell no."
"You won't let me get a hypoallergenic cat."
"Those things are fugly man, and evil looking."
Anna pouted, lowering her arms to curl the bunny up close to her chest resting on top of her round belly, as she glared at Dean.
Cas was scooping another tiny baby bunny out of the cage that Sam had brought in, cooing at it and stroking its floppy ears. Sam wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed the top of his head, before spying the intruder candy on the countertop and frowning at Dean.
"Dean, did you seriously come over at ten pm to sneak candy into our kids baskets? Really?"
"Hey we were just in the area, Anna had a craving for Sheetz nachos and didn't trust me with the order."
Anna, still coddling her bunny, nudged Dean with her foot. "I trust you, I don't trust the Sheetz employees to make it right."
"Yeah, yeah."
God she was getting massive, her tiny tiny frame bulging out at the belly with the twins growing inside her. Twins man. And they were going to be here any day. Dean had to admit, he liked having company on late night junk food runs. He felt like less of a pig himself with Anna shoveling gooey nachos in her face next to him in the car. They ate in the parking lot because they didn’t want to wait to get home. Plus, Dean had got the candy for his brother’s kids and texted to see if they could come over.
Dean walked around the island to put more space between him and the bunnies, feeling a tickling in his nose that may be more psychosomatic than real allergies. Whatever. He did his good uncle duty and stuffed more of the real candy in the Easter baskets, putting a stern look on his face to tease his brother, "You know Sammy, bunnies are a gift for life, not just Easter."
Sam was holding the bunny now, nestled in one massive hand while Cas resumed reading labels, an eyebrow arched up at the offensive ingredients and his lips pursed.
Sam was oh so careful as he pet the bunny, always overly reserved and gentle to make up for his size and strength, "Dude we have five guinea pigs, two dogs, three cats, an aquarium full of fish and a snake. Trust me, the bunnies are staying."
Jesus, Dean couldn't keep track of all the animals around here. At least Anna kept Claritin in her purse for him. "When did you turn into a zoo keeper Sammy?"
"Well, Cas is an animal in bed."
Cas - still with the fucking pink ribbon around his head - just shrugged. Anna snickered.
Dean pushed off the counter where he was leaning, "Whoa, hey I don't need the deets on my brother's sex life but thanks."
Turning to the fridge, Dean opened it and rummaged around. There were way too many green things in there, tupperware containers of left overs, milk... "Do you guys have any beer?"
Sam coughed behind him, "We uh, we might have some wine but I don't drink beer anymore."
Dean stood, fridge open behind him, and gaped at his brother. "Since when did you give up beer?"
"It's really not good for you. A little red wine in moderation can be healthy, though.”
Dean shut the fridge behind him. "I can't believe you Sammy. How far is this healthy eating going to go? You're going to waste away in front of my eyes. I can see it happening."
Anna rolled her eyes. "You know Dean you could stand to lay off the fried food and beer yourself."
"What? Don't tell me the hippies have turned you on me? It's a trap. They're secretly starting a cult. No wonder they needed to adopt so many kids."
Cas, wrapping bows around the handles of the baskets, stated "I've been trying to convince Anna to be vegetarian for years and have not succeeded. And I assure you, we are not founding a commune."
Anna, still softly petting the rabbit, replied, "There's nothing wrong with eating meat. But really, Dean, you eat a lot of junk food. I want you to be healthy, so you can live long enough to see our grandkids."
"You haven't even popped those two out yet."
"Exactly."
Sam was carefully putting his bunny back in the cage, quietly laughing at them. Reaching over for Cas, he plucked the pink ribbon out of his husband's hair and tucked it into his jeans. They really did make good dads together, even if they were a bit strict and weird. Sam moved to help Cas put the finishing touches on the Easter baskets, but Cas swatted his hands away.
"You don't have an eye for the arrangements."
"It's an Easter basket. The kids are going to tear them apart the minute they see them."
Anna folded her arms on the counter, making a little circle for the bunny to sit in. "I think they look lovely Cas."
"Thank you."
Sam squeezed Cas' waist, "Hey, when are we going to the show the bunnies to them?"
Cas, fingers twisting around a ribbon on a basket, got that constipated look on his face. "Hm, perhaps we could set up the bunny's pen in the living room while the kids are searching the house for their baskets?"
Sam nodded, languidly running one of his hands up and down Cas' arm.
Dean plucked a chocolate egg off the counter that Cas had deemed unacceptable for his children and unwrapped it, eating the whole thing in one bite."Pleash tell me y'r gonn' let the kidsh eat som'f dish."
Sam and Cas pointed - matching - disapproving frowns at him. Anna stifled a giggle.
Cas put a few more pieces of real candy into the baskets. "Some. You'll be at church for the ten o'clock mass, won't you?"
Anna nodded, "Definitely. Are you guys still planning on taking the kids to mom's for lunch or should we all just save ourselves the inevitable and come here after church?"
Dean ate another piece of candy, tossing the wrappers in the fancy little trash bin with the foot peddle. He bit his tongue on the subject of Anna and Cas' mom, and their conservative family.
They'd pretty much disowned Cas when he got gay married, but after him and Sam started adopting kids the Milton family graciously started tolerating them at get togethers, kind of, well at least not with overt hostility. Maybe they thought they could save the kids from their sinful parents or some horse shit like that, who knew. Dean still didn't understand why Sam and Cas thought it was so important for the kids to know their grandparents.
Of course, the familial relations had been even more strained when Dean managed to knock up Anna before slapping a ring on her.
Anna made a quiet disappointed sound when Sam took the baby bunny from her, putting the little animal back in it's cage. He and Cas traded looks. Sam ran a hand through his hair and shrugged.
"Well, the kids are going to do the Easter egg hunt after mass, that should be a few hours. Why don't we just do lunch here after that? It'll be less traveling on you Anna."
Cas was tapping his fingers on the edge of the counter. Sometimes Dean wondered if having no family - outside your brother and friends - was better than having a shitty family. Anna smiled sweetly at them, resting her hands on her swollen belly.
"I think that sounds like a good idea. I can't even imagine what mom would say if I dared to break my water on her oriental rugs. I really don't think I can hold these two in much longer.”
Cas shuffled around the kitchen island and placed a hand over Anna’s belly, dipping to kiss her on the forehead.
“They’ll come when they’re ready. You’re going to be a wonderful mother Anna.”
Sam clapped his hands together once, “All right, so, are you guys going to help hide the baskets? Cas always puts them in easy places.”
Cas shot a withering stare at Sam, “All the kids are under ten. Do you want to wait hours for them to find the baskets?”
Dean took the initiative to step forward and pick up a basket. “Why don’t we all take one?”
Anna pushed herself up and grabbed a basket, “I know the perfect spot!”
Careful to be quiet and stay on the other side of the house from the kids rooms, they scurried around moving furniture and opening cupboards looking for hiding spots. Dean ended up hiding his basket in the living room buried underneath balls of yarn in Cas’ knitting basket. Basket in a basket, heh.
He and Anna left after the baskets were hidden, Sam bagging up the ‘naughty’ candy that was left and passing it back to Dean. He tossed it in the back of the car after he helped Anna in and shut the door after her.
Dean was looking forward to doing this himself. Having little snot nosed poop factories of his own. First words and first steps and first day of school. He never really thought he was cut out for being a dad, but after Sam and Cas started adopting he realized how much he really, really wanted that kind of change in his life.
Anna had mentioned it way before him, way before Sam and Cas adopted their first kid. She’d always wanted kids. But she gave him all the time and space he needed on the subject. When Dean stopped buying condoms they kind of went on a sex spree around the apartment.
There was a click as Anna finally managed to get her belt buckled around her massive belly. She smiled over at Dean as she adjusted the strap between her cleavage.
"Hey honey, I'll trade you a handy when we get home if you give me a foot rub."
"Hell yeah. Let me go down on you, and you got yourself a deal babe."
"Mm, sounds good. But even if you keep me up all night, we're still going to early mass in the morning.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Dean figured an old dog really could learn new tricks. He leaned across the seat to give Anna a quick kiss before backing out of the drive. Some part of him told him that he should be scared, that he wasn’t ready. But Dean didn’t really believe that. He had Anna by his side and yeah, Cas was right, she would be a great mother. All Dean could feel was excited, like he was a little kid again and starting a new hunt for his Easter basket, but he just knew this one would be full of chocolate eggs and not toothbrushes.
So, I see, a lot of the time on my dash, people talking about the fact that if Castiel were female, Dean would have hit that back in season 4, and then Castiel would be dead a couple of episodes later because everybody would have hated her. People would then have either moved on and forgotten all about the character, or they would have stanned her after her death. I've even seen gifs of an interview with the cast, where Jared (I think? I'm not totally sure, and I can't find the source to quote direct) says something along the lines of how sexist the fans are against their own gender. I also see a lot of people thinking they're 'better' than others, because they do like the females on the show, and seem to think that everyone else are just idiot fangirls if they don't. Because we hate any girls moving in on our boys, right? Well, no. Not for me, anyway, and I'd like to talk about why, although I have pretty much despised every female to come into the show, I don't consider this to be about discriminating against my own gender.
Dean/Lisa:
I've seen quite a few discussions about their relationship, and I've stumbled across more than a few fanfics that use Dean/Lisa as a past/current love for Dean, and every time I see it, I grit my teeth and swear at the wall, because I hate this pairing with a burning passion. And here's why: because it makes no narrative sense that she would be the one he would go to.
When we first meet Lisa and Ben, Dean has less than a year to live, and he's running out of time, fast. He's putting on a brave face and pretending everything's gravy, talking to Sam about things he'd like to do before he kicks it. And one of those things he'd like to do is, a repeat performance of the extremely athletic sex he had during one weekend a few years back. But then when he turns up, she's not in a position to give him another weekend of yoga inspired sex, because she has a son now, and she's settled into parenthood and everything that comes with it and she's happy with where her life is now. So the episode happens and we're all wondering if the elephant in the room is ever going to be addressed, and then it is and it turns out that no, actually, Ben isn't Dean's child. And that gives Dean pause for a moment, because for a second there he was actually thinking that it might be kind of nice, to have a child of his own, to be a father, to leave something behind for the world to remember him by once he's been dragged down to Hell, something more than just a car.
And I get all of this, this makes perfect sense for where Dean's character is right at this point, and the interaction is all about Ben, he's a great kid, Dean would have been proud to have been his dad, how Lisa's life is so different from his, with a house and a kid. It's beautiful, and kind of heart breaking that Dean gets to see a life like this, that he can never have, this close up. I even understand why, in 'Dream a Little Dream of Me', Dean dreams about having a picnic with Lisa before going to pick up Ben. It's an example; a part of Dean dreams about an apple pie life with a house and a wife and a kid, and Lisa is the only close up example he has had of those things, so of course she's the example his mind picks to dwell on. But then, Sam dreams about a house painted blue, with laundry drying in the garden, because a part of him dreams of normalcy too. It doesn't mean he wants that particular house and those particular sheets, so why would Dean dreaming of Lisa mean that he wants her particular house and her particular child?
But then season 5 happens, and this is where the Dean/Lisa relationship loses me. Dean's lost all hope, he's giving in, he just needs to do a few quick things before he goes, and for some reason, one of those things is go see Lisa.
Look, I have no illusions, okay? I know the life that I live, I know how that’s gonna end for me. Whatever. I’m okay with that. But I wanted you to know…that when I do picture myself happy…it’s with you. And the kid.
Okay, what? This is where I get confused, because... no. Sure, a part of Dean probably pictures himself happy and when he does, it's probably with a house and a wife and a kid, but with Lisa specifically? Why? Because she has a child? Because if so, that's a really shitty reason for wanting a relationship with somebody. Because of the bendy sex? Again, shitty reason. Because of the house? Dean, baby, there are more houses in the world than just this one. No, it's because she represents an ideal for him, it has nothing to do with Lisa as a person. It's the life she has built for herself that he wants, not Lisa herself. And so it makes no sense to me that not only that Dean would go there just before he hands himself over to Michael, but that Sam would rightly guess that that is where he would have gone. I would have believed Cassie, the only girl he loved enough to tell her what he did for a job, outside of circumstances forcing him to, the girl he had the longest relationship with.
I will never understand why Sam would make Dean promise to seek out Lisa, a woman he has spent a grand total of 4 days with, a woman who has a child to put first, once Sam is in the cage. I will also, as a mother, and as the child of a broken relationship with step -parents coming into my life, never understand how Lisa could bring this guy in off the street, into her home, and just let him move into her child's life without so much as a 'let's think about this for just a minute'. It took my mother a year before she introduced me to her new boyfriend after my father left, and a further 2 years before he even so much as spent the night, and then another 3 years before they finally got married. Because it was important, I came first. She had to make sure that this new person was the right fit for her family, that we would all get along (it took a lot longer than those 6 years for me to get along with my step-dad, but that's mainly because I have a prickly personality and he's so rigid that even now I want to strangle him 90% of the time, but that's just how we work together). But Lisa just opens her door, gives the guy a beer, and then invites him into her bed without a thought for what that might do to her child. Yeah sure, Dean's a great guy, and a fantastic father figure for Ben, we see that clearly in season 6. But that was still a really gross thing for Lisa to do. And it does mess with Ben's head - we see the way he reacts when Lisa goes out on a date with another guy. Ben had this new father thrust upon him without even a conversation about how he felt about it, and the had it ripped away from him because, like Dean told Lisa on her doorstep, "I mean, this house and a kid... it's not my life. Never will be." And Ben is never given a chance to adjust to that.
And this is the main reason why I hate the idea of Dean/Lisa; because not only did it not make very much narrative sense, but because there was a child who got damaged in the process, and nobody gave a fuck enough to think about what it might do to him. And this wouldn't change if Lisa was a dude and Ben was his son - I would still be pissed as Hell that something like this was written and never commented on as to how fucked up a thing it was to do.
Dean/Jo and Dean/Anna:
I was one of the few who actually really liked Jo's character when we were first introduced to her. I just didn't like her purpose. It was clear from the very first meeting (it was an incredibly obvious 'meet cute' trope) that she was there to be Dean's Love Interest. I enjoyed watching her progression from a girl out of her depth to an actual hunter, and I would have loved to have seen more of that before she was killed off. It's just a pity that the writers put her in as a Love Interest and when they saw that the chemistry didn't work and that people weren't interested in seeing Dean with her, they couldn't think of anything else to do with her.
I didn't like Anna as a character, but I think that was mainly because I found the whiplash inducing change from pathetic damsel in distress to badass motherfucking angel looking for her Grace a bit jarring. It was like she had two settings, where she went from a sobbing mess to cold as ice (although I really didn't enjoy Julie McNiven's portrayal tbh; it was a bit too stilted and wooden, but that's just my own opinion), and it just didn't sit right with me that Dean would be attracted to either of those qualities.
But again, like with Lisa, this has nothing to do with their gender and everything to do with the story that is being told. And I think that this is where the writers repeatedly slip up, and it's mainly due to the fact that because the majority of the audience is female, they assume that we will of course want to see some romance. Which, objectively speaking, is a weird way to look at their show. This is a show about two guys who drive around in a muscle car, shooting guns and knifing people, ghosts and vampires and copious amounts of blood - what about fans of any of that says 'yo this is good, but can we have some sweet relationships shoved in there too please'?? The lack of love 'triangles' and romance and people moping around because their heart is broken is the exact reason why I love this show! As a female viewer, I don't need to be pandered to with a Love Interest shoved in, I'm already here watching the show to avoid all that! Plus, it's actually kind of offensive to me to see representation of myself (female characters) being placed there just to play that one role. Is that really all we're useful for? Come on, this is the 21st century! Move with the times, write Jo as an awesome hunter who can out-sass Dean on his best day, write Amelia as a vet who continues to call out Sam on his reticence even after they've started a relationship, make it an actual character trait of hers rather than a plot device.
It's not hard, we've seen that they are actually capable of writing well rounded, awesome female characters in the form of Charlie. But that's because as her sexuality means she cannot be a love interest for any of the boys, they have to actually put some effort in. But it seems that as soon as a heterosexual girl walks in, they can't think any further than 'which dude is gonna want to bang her?' which really, they need to stop.
So this is why I hate the female Love Interests on SPN; because that's all they are, and I'm not here for insta-love - I'd be watching The Vampire Diaries if I wanted that - I'm here for two brothers driving their muscle car and drinking beer and ganking monsters (and intense emotional pain that will scar my soul forever). If we could go back in time and turn Castiel into a girl, and still have her be just as badass and have just the same character arcs and progression, I would still ship Destiel until Hell freezes over. Because it's not about gender for me, it's about writing.
Dean Winchester: Can I ask you something? What do they want me for? Why did they save me?
Anna Milton: I'm sorry. The angels aren't talking about it, and it was after I fell.
Dean Winchester: That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?
Anna Milton: You don't mean that.
Dean Winchester: I don't? A bunch of, of miserable bastards, I mean, eating, crapping, confused, afraid...
Anna Milton: I dunno, there's loyalty, forgiveness... love?
Dean Winchester: Pain?
Anna Milton: Chocolate cake.
Dean Winchester: Guilt?
Anna Milton: [firmly] Sex.
Dean Winchester: Yeah, you got me there.
Anna Milton: I mean it. Every emotion, Dean. Even the bad ones. It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give *anything* not to have to go back. Anything.
Dean Winchester: Feelings are overrated if you ask me.
Anna Milton: Beats being an angel.
Dean Winchester: How's that possible? You guys are powerful, perfect. You don't doubt yourselves. Or God, or anything!
Anna Milton: Perfect! Like a marble statue. Cold, no choice, only obedience? Dean, do you know how many angels have actually *seen* God? Seen his face?
Dean Winchester: [shrugs] All of you?
Anna Milton: Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them.
Dean Winchester: That's it? Well then how do you even know that there is a God?
Anna Milton: We have to take it on faith. Which we're killed if we don't have.
Dean Winchester: Huh.
Anna Milton: I was stationed on Earth, two thousand years. Just... watching. Silent, invisible... out on the road, *sick* for home, waiting on orders from an unknowable Father I can't begin to understand, so don't tell me that...
[Dean chuckles]
Anna Milton: What is so funny? What?
Dean Winchester: Nothing, sorry, it's just... I can relate.
