He's not really sure what to make of the hands on his face, it just causes his brows to knit further and his hands to twitch at his sides, like he's not sure what to do with them. Because he isn't.

And then Dean steps away and he blinks. "I do not wish for you to... prostrate yourself."

What a weird way to phrase it. Also, the shame. He lowers his eyes. There's that chest pain again, the one that won't let him sleep at night. The one that makes him sad, always. Being a human... is very difficult. "I have held this form longer than a week. It is... permanent. I'm human. Forever."