"I know." There'd been a lot of people searching, and Dean had felt some of their eyes on him as often as on the trees around them. That didn't mean he was ready to trade, though, not a life with Sam for a life with everyone else. Maybe it was too much, but Dean wanted both. He needed both.

"But things are bad back home. Even by our standards." Dean swallowed. "He isn't safe. I'm here and he isn't safe."