Looking away quickly, Dean tried to busy himself with playing with Mary.

"You know, Cas can get away with shit like that, because I know he doesn't know any better. You can't."

The attention was strange. Sam was the one who wanted a dog. Why was Crowley always going through Dean when he had to know that Sam was easier to deal with. Still, it was nice that she was his. She felt like she belonged with him and he wondered how much of that was Crowley pulling some weird demon mojo and how much was real, but it didn't really matter, because she was sweet and if she needed someone to feed her and take her for walks, Dean could do it.

"And I'm not going to let her get hurt. What kind of monster puts a puppy in danger?"