[ The dungeon isn't the place to have these conversations and Dean knows that, but he's not inclined to want to have it at all, so he doesn't exactly bolt out of the dungeon to have it somewhere else.

Still, there's a slice on his stomach where Abaddon had branded him and that hurts like a mother so he needs to get that taken care of. His shirt's in tatters anyway.

With a displeased huff, he strips it off and jams it into the trash as he starts walking, trusting Cas to follow. ]

There ain't much to explain, Cas. Dude, you freaked at the cathouse, which, was hilarious but it's not like you're itchin' to get the full human experience, okay?