Dean... it wasn't dumb. It's just... [he let out a frustrated noise, tilting his head back a moment. Yeah, they always brought this stuff up at the best of times, huh? Talk about a mood killer.]

[God, he didn't have faith it was going to happen, he really didn't... and he felt bad for that, wished he could believe it... but whatever. Sam was probably messing things up, but- crap, couldn't feel worse than this or mess it up that much more, right? Slowly he drew away to meet her eyes.] Do it. Stay. If you were really offering it and if you're really sure, Dean. I told you... I want it.