"Fine. But what are you going to tell her? Are you going to tell her that you refused to help her sons?"
Samuel just stared at Dean. Dean wasn't a father. He couldn't understand. Mary was everything to him. He didn't care if she forgave him, or hated him, or hunted him, even. He just wanted her back. Her sons were no substitute. Sam was cold, cruel, and selfish. Dean was arrogant, snarky, and self-righteous. They obviously took after their father.
"Just get out here," he said.
He watched as they left. Sam giving him one cold look. He didn't know how even a soul could help that boy.