"I don't know how safe I feel leaving Sam with that kid." Dean said, as they walked through the isles of the small grocery store, Damian picking out black and white candles.
"The kid as a name." Damian said, reaching toward the back to grab a candle.
"Fine, I don't feel safe keeping same with Elizabeth." Dean said.
"You don't trust him?" Damian asked, turning to stare at him straight on.
"I didn't say that." Dean said, crossing his arms.
"Sometimes what you don't say is more important." Damian said, walking to the back of the store where they kept the road salt, it being summer there wasn't a huge stock but she lifted the twenty pound bags into the cart.
"He's my brother, I worry about him."
"How long have you two been hunters?" Damian asked.
"All our lives."
"Then don't you think, maybe, you don't have to worry? Clearly he knows what he's doing, he isn't dead yet." Damian said, and she went to pay for the things.