"If I wish?"

Yeah, right.

Dean doesn't snort, and he doesn't punch the goddamn door that's the only thing separating himself from -- well, himself, right now.

"Pretty sure the only ones gettin' their wishes today are you, your jackass handler, and -- "

He cuts himself off ruthlessly, though his gaze is drawn back to the window.

Yeah.

Yeah, Alistair's gonna be gettin' a kick out of this.

Dean is, too, though. And that's the goddamn worst part.

"It ain't gonna be me, I can tell you that much."