Dean & Klaus
That was a hell of a question and Dean snorted, not really amusement but something reaching toward it, and took a long sip of his beer before answering. It wasn't easy, and he knew better by now than to bother asking how the guy knew he had at all. He didn't want to know; it would spoil a perfectly okay night and those were far and few enough between that he wasn't willing to do it.
"Which time?" was all he said. He hadn't just died once. He knew he'd done it more times than he even remembered. He knew that his chances were way past spent and the next time he went was probably going to be it.