Ironically Dean's next question was "What kind of messed up kid is watching my life on TV?"

Seriously, his life was gory and disgusting and horrifying and sick and nothing anyone should ever expose their children to. Ever.

Unless they absolutely had to.

Which was always debatable.

"Let me get this straight. KIDS summoned me here. Probably a bunch of seriously undersupervised kids. And you want me to come back with you to my brother, because for some reason, nobody could wait to send HIM here to pick me up with a story that is literally unbelievable?"

The voice jumping around was starting to freak him out, but also REALLY emphasizing that shit was just not right here.

"Ain't buyin' it, Franklin."

Thank goodness Sam wasn't around to ask how he knew that was a joke he could make.