Dean rubs his face, massaging his temples. That was great for his ego. Just great. With a little luck, people will just assume Cas was drunk. Hopefully.

"No, Cas, it's...it's fine." Dean just should have known that something would go wrong, that's all. But in the grand scale of things...this is a pretty good thing to go wrong. Better than pretty much all the alternatives. "Why don't we head back, huh? Pick up some beer or something on the way." Because Dean is doing better than he has in weeks, but he's still an alcoholic in training.