Dean snorted. Well, that was one way of putting it, wasn't it? Cas was always so damn literal.
But wait.
"The weapons don't..."
He took his gun out, clicked the safety off, and tried to fire it. The trigger mechanism worked, but it wasn't firing. There were bullets in it, but... It seemed like the thing was nothing more now than a gun-shaped object.
Dean rolled his eyes, puffing his cheeks out in exasperation, and putting his gun away. "Well that's excellent. I was gonna give you a hard time for smoking, but hell with it. Smoke if you got 'em. I'm gonna drink. A lot. Soon."
He nodded, though. "I want to find them. I wanna know they're okay. I want to talk about all that shit back on planet noire, and I want to know what in the hell my daughter is doing with that guy."
Because Johnny... well, there was no way Johnny was human. And Dean was pretty fucking sure he raised his daughters not to date things that weren't human. This really had better be good.
His face darkened. "And I want a plan. Some kind of something we can do. Research, I don't care. I don't know. I'm tired of being thrown around wherever they want."