[He let his eyes meet hers when he was pushed back, frowning a little. She was saying she was serious still, touching on a topic he'd kinda... thought they'd pretend hadn't happened.]

[And she was asking him for a decision. He could still remember her telling him that he'd need - to answer, the next time she asked about their relationship, not brush it off, not ignore it or say he needed to think about it. He frowned, slowly looking down.]

[God, he was nervous all of a sudden.] I want you to answer this for me first, Dean, seriously... you wouldn't really be pissed eventually if I- asked you to do that? To leave Dad like that?