oh, he's patient, alright.

well, dean tried to make peace with everything holy between their relationship. he ain't gonna get pissy and prissy now. he's way better than that—way way above that, really. but good god, you're pushing it. more so with sam catering you about that habit of yours, even supporting you by buying those trusted cleaning and sanitary stuffs you're obsessing over, you clean freak.

he didn't even know how you survived twenty years of hunting supernaturals, investigating in areas and environments if you're this... he don't even want to name it.

in an immediate hunt for a poltergeist before it hurts anyone again, dean went on a halt the moment you go, with zero hesitation, starts performing your self ritual, squeezing some hand sanitizer to your hands and neck then put on some gloves and face mask before you starts spraying some alcohol around.

"seriously?"