"I already told you, nothing you're doing is actually survival, not what really matters for survival. But whatever." He looks Dean up and down, wishing he had a little water. Used it all cleaning up this jerk next to him. Go figure. It's like he can't even help but throw things at him, whether he likes it or not. He stuffs his hands in the pockets. "You going to try to kill yourself again?"

Because that would be pretty stupid on his part, after making it for this long.

"Because if you die now, who else who's that pigheaded will actually get the Colt?"