Good thing she moved her hand back, because Dean jerked at that, almost like he was about to fight. Part of him liked contact, but the thing was, he wasn't used to it. Certainly not from strangers.

"Dude, I saw the sons of bitches cutting through everything on my world like butter. They don't care about anything except taking apart everything else. They're worse than any demon or angel. I couldn't give a damn if daddy didn't love them enough or they didn't get the toy they wanted for Christmas. They're going down."

He added, gesturing to Jubilee, "So she's right on pooling our resources and focusing on them. If we don't, we're screwed, and the universe is completely boned."