"I can hear you, ya know and yeah I am fuckin' stubborn! Eat me!" He walked out, staring at him before realizing what he'd said. "I mean...fuck Eliot. We have this fucking bond. I honestly don't think you'll hurt me." He looked at his phone before walking across the room to the door. "Hold on." He slipped outside, tossing the bag into the Impala as Sam walked up.

Sam glanced at the open door and back at his brother. "Well, did it work? Is he any better?" He didn't sound happy, but then again he was moody about the whole thing anyways. "Yeah he's getting better. Thanks for getting what we needed. Need you to wash these. I don't want to have to explain shit to housekeeping. I'm staying with him tonight." A frown formed on Sam's face and he leaned in. "Dean thats just being fucking stupid. What if he attacks you? At least take my knife." He shook his head, pushing the extended blade away.

"No Sam. I'm trusting him." Sam huffed out, groaning and rolling his eyes before putting on his epic bitchface. "Fine, be a moron. Look, I think I might have found a way to break the bond. I'll keep looking into it, but maybe I'll have it figured out in a few days." Dean cringed, closing his eyes before slowly looking back at the door. "Yeah...okay. He'll be happy to hear it. Just...go get that shit done. I'll text you."