"Hmm." Dean stares at the ground, in the patently form of great Winchester conversationalists. He swallows back whatever he was going to say at first, and then looks up at him. There's a lot going on in his eyes - but disappointment tinged with a little anger seems to be the main course.

"Release horrible purgatory teeth across the planet and you get rewarded with food and sex and being able to be drunk. Well. Your dad sure has a screwed up system. I mean, not like we didn't already know that."