The frustration in Roger was building. He couldn't begin to understand what it was like. If Roger had known that selling his soul was an option when April died, he probably would have done the same thing, and it would have been just as selfish and self-righteous as Dean was being right then.

"So what?" Roger asked angrily, hand still outstretched, "you're just gonna keep giving your soul up? Just gonna keep dying until you're both dead?" He emphasized his arm. "Give me the Goddamn leaves, Dean!"