"Yeah, today's my lucky day," He agrees flatly, a nice ringing do you see this fucking place hanging in the implication. it is not, however, an outright deviance from his assigned role so he doesn't get, like, the runs or asthma as a result. Thank god, too, because anyone expecting Dean Winchester to get through something like this without a running smartass commentary is asking entirely too much of him.

He lets her take the lead, because that I need a drink urge isn't going away any time soon.