Dean sighs and scrubs his hands over his face again then presses them to the back of his neck as he thinks about it. "Okay first all, you shouldn't have told her. You should have figured out a way to live with that." He takes a sip of his beer, watching Sam and considering his next words. "Second of all, did you mean it? If you did, you've got to shut things down with Ruby. Let her figure out how to live a life without you in it." He's quiet for a moment more. "I'm not sure you shouldn't have done that when you first came here. It's what's supposed to happen, Sam. YOu should have a life here and she ought to have one down there."

Is he still glad he came to talk to Dean?