Dean pressed his lips into a line. He shook his head. This guy was either crazy--which was possible--or he better have a goddamn good reason. There was only one thing that would make Dean stick around in a situation he didn't have to be in.
Sam.
Well, probably Jo, now, too, though he didn't feel as directly responsible for her. Never would.
"You got family here, or something?" Dean asked. He didn't actually WANT to pry, he just wanted to understand. "Or about a billion tricks up your sleeve?"