He looked at Chuck again with another surprised expression over the clean clothes remark, followed by mention of being in a cage. Momentarily his mind wandered to hell, but it seemed that wasn't the case for these two. "Yeah, I guess I can be good at it, helping people, I mean." What kind of fucked up world did these two live in?
"I'll teach you both then, and anything else you might want to know." For once in his life, Dean was less focused on eating than he was the conversation. "Sammy is here and so is Cass, Adam- oh, he's my other brother, Gabe and, Jo, who, like you, Chuck, is dead back home." It was a sobering statement to make and he moved on quickly.
"I know that getting shot hurts like a son of a bitch. I have fished bullets out of Sammy and myself multiple times, which is always a fun time. Why do you ask?"