Dean was only just getting comfortable again, having sheparded Shari inside and towards Sam, and he looked up, lips parted in confusion before they settled into a frown.

"Yeah, well, he's..." he started slowly, realizing he didn't have much to counter that. Sam was intense right now, but so was the island, and so was the place that he'd come from. Maybe he could be a prick if he wanted to be.

"He's had a tough day."