“You…” Dean starts, but he takes a moment to breathe with exertion. He’s panting like a damn dog; his skin and shirt slick with the sweat that comes from such a taxing errand. All in the name of hunting monsters, I suppose.

“… are no help at all, y’know that?” He finally manages. After digging a few more inches down at the least, he decides it’s time to rest, if only for a fleeting moment. Resting his arms over the handle of the shovel, he turns to look at you with an expression that would normally show slight annoyance, but with his current state, it was more incredulous.