…I know. But I gotta at least hope everything’s gonna work itself out. It’ll be fine, Dean. It’s not like I’ll be alone.
…I still don’t like him too well, but if you’re sure you’ll be alright…there’s not a lot I can do…just remember to call.
Dean, nothing’s gonna happen to me. I think I’ve used up my quota of disasters for like…the next twenty years of my life.
It doesn’t work like that…you don’t know nothing’s gonna happen.
“You better pick up when I call you” isn’t something brothers normally say.
…Ugh, god, fine.
…It’s something I say…
Whatever you say, mom.
So if I’m in the middle of having sex, you’d want me to pick up?
…Do you really think I’m mom-ifying you?
…No, but phone me back.