"Can you at lest say thank you?"
I (I being the Dean Winchester) had just spent most of my night saying this girl's life and all I got out of it was a 'I could have saved myself'.
(which I highly doubted, those spirits were bent on ripping her to shreds starting with her mouth, and hey I don't really blame them)
And in this conversation (which I could have gone without having) I never at one point got one damn thank you. Women.
"And why on earth would I want to do that? All you did was shoot at it, anyone in the whole freaking world could have done that."
It was quite clear that the always nice words 'thank you' had never once came from this little witches (can you guess what I really thought?) lips and tonight wasn't going to be the first time.
"But could they burn the bones and almost die without running away to mommy (I think not, little fairy freaking princess)?"
"Come on, Dean what-ever-the-hell-your-name-is, anyone could do this job in their sleep. Your no big damn hero for doing it and so you will get no thank you from me."
Arguing with this Blair Waldorf (her name which she said with more pride then I said my own) queen in her own mind, was going to get us no where plus I didn't want Cas flying in and seeing me strangling a teenybopper to death.
(and so what if I care what he thinks, it's not like I like him, well maybe a little)
"Sam take my gun."
"Why?"
"Because I don't trust myself. The urge to shoot her is growing stronger at every moment."