He still wasn't used to that yet, and at the same time, it was like hearing an echo of himself with a prettier voice. His mouth opened, as though he'd say something, but there wasn't much that wasn't going to be gibberish that was trying to get out.
"I'm guessing you know most of the deal," he said. He didn't get into exactly what he meant by that. "I'm glad you're hear to help, but I'm also ready to punch Cas in the face for bringing you into this. I paid your way."
The last sentence was partially growled.
And somewhere up ahead, there was a noise like something hit the ground. It was soft, but Dean was getting closer to whatever made the sound, and he was on alert.