[And the smile vanishes, leaving behind the part of Dean that makes him look much older than his 27 years because he IS.]

This doesn't have to be hard, poncho. You're perfectly welcome to make it that way, and by all means, feel free to keep lying to me and trying to pull shit over on me.

Or we can get along long enough to put a bow on this whole thing and go our separate ways. Capiche?

One more time, for the slow kids: I didn't say it was your fault. I asked has anything happened, and are you doing anything.