"Yeah, Sam," Dean answers, even though Sam has tried to change the subject. "Satan bait. We're still hunters and we still gotta kill Lucifer."

Dean rubs the bridge of his nose. His head still hurts, albeit not as much as it did earlier. But having this conversation with Sam hasn't done much to further ease his headache. He could use an hour or so of silence to process the clusterfuck that was Sam's death and eventual resurrection, but that's kind of hard to get when Sam is harping on his death wish.

"Polly's gonna grow up realizing that no one can be trusted," Dean finally replies to Sam's question. "It's a tough lesson to learn but it's better for her to figure that out now. Those kids are too sheltered in that camp."

They should be learning how to defend themselves - how to stay alive.