About whether or not he'd started the damn apocalypse. [ Hardly. ] Doesn't know about me shooting him, none of it.

Still can't wrap my head around it.

[ Blatantly avoiding eye contact, Dean kept his gaze away, rooted to the cards. This wasn't something he wanted to talk about and so he breezed over it in his own way, choosing words that were important enough but picking them specifically so as not to reveal anything in particular. ]