"You're friggin' kidding me right?!" Dean shouted out, eyes growing wide. "You went to Michael... For help!?" Dean was a little more than pissed at the moment, but mostly overwhelmed with everything that was happening. With Sam flying over the coocoo's nest after claiming to be okay, the last thing Dean wanted to hear was that Michael was alive too.
"What the Hell Cas? Have we not been trying to avoid dumb and dumber for the last... how long?! And now you just go to one for help? We avoid the archangel's, not invite them over for tea!" Dean shouted. "No! Okay! We don't want Michael's help anymore than we want Lucifer's help. Tell your brother to take his angelic helpfulness, and shove it up his ass." Dean said with a stern glare before looking down at Sam and his concern for their half brother. "So if Michael's out and running around, where is Adam? Because I'd sure as Hell like to know, too!" Dean wasn't calm, nor was he reacting appropriately to the situation. Everything was just building up.