"Wow, that's...I mean, wow." Dean shook his head in disbelief, though he really shouldn't have been so surprised. When Chuck had said, welcome to the end, he would have never imagined he would go that far. "If the gates were open, I really don't blame you for leaving..." He cocked his head in thought and mused over what Adam had just said.
It was the third time he had asked Michael for assistance, though, the second time hadn't been this particular one. "Okay, so, did Michael help? What did we ask for help with?" He sat up in his chair and reached out to place a large helping of spaghetti and meatballs onto his plate, sprinkling with an ample amount of grated cheese. "At least his temper tantrum allowed you to leave Hell, so, that's a good thing, I guess. Isn't there always supposed to be a silver lining or some shit like that?"
Which, it rarely seemed to be the case when it came to anything pertaining to the Winchester's.