Yeah, uh, how're you gonna spy on a clone of the dude who taught you how to spy without him knowing about it?

[Dean is catching up to himself now, trying to imagine getting one over on John in the field and coming up fairly blank. As kids, Sam and Dean had managed it a few times between them but as hunters? None better.

Dean shakes his head, transfers his coffee cup from hand to hand again.]

And he'll expect it.