I'm not gonna have you take care of some shell of me all your life, you idiot.

[He sighs into his hand, and is... not surprised by the response, honestly, because Dean's always been loyal to a real fucking fault; Sam couldn't say he'd change it for the world, but sometimes he kind of wants to change it for Dean Winchester's sake, here.]

Maybe I'll stop shouldering all the blame when I don't share shoulders with the devil.

[Fat chance. Sam'll never forgive himself. Not completely, not even if they manage a miracle here. You just don't come back from that; it's one thing to open the cage (which, you know, he deserves to burn in hell for the pain he caused there alone), but to be the final boss at the end of the world...?

Come on, Dean.

But his brother has been one of the very few people in this town that have managed to convince him to treat himself a little better, take a little less of the burden... so he nods quietly and drinks some of that coffee that has all but been forced into his hand.]

... That's good, though. The colt, it could work here. It could definitely work here.

Call it 'Plan B', for now.