[Dean doesn't really want to talk about the space invaders incident, because he spent the entire time hiding under his bed with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Planes are bad, but spaceships are infinitely worse - Not that Captain Kirk wasn't freaking awesome or anything, but heights? In things that could break? Hell no.

And okay, so Phil was suggesting that he push his efforts towards helping people here. Dean wishes he could, really, but events are unstoppable, the Red Queen is impossible to get to, and he's just a pawn on a chessboard. Or maybe one of those little cars in the game of LIFE.]

I know. [He mumbles without much heart behind the words, pursing his lips.] He's the only family I got left. I've looked after him my whole damn life, and-

[Dean quiets.] ...didn't meant to bitch. Sorry, man. But thanks, y'know? Maybe he'll show up here. You'd like 'im.

[He's certain that people who like to read and can bitchface well will get along together.]