"If you wanna get angry, get angry. Don't be such a priss just glarin' at me like you think you can kill through a look alone, 'cause newsflash: ya can't," I yell in return, though I don't make any effort to tug myself completely away.

"If you don't wanna sit, then don't sit, don't do it 'cause you think you gotta be some perfect friggin' host for the Winchester."