[Stufu, Sam. The pie is good! Wiping his mouth off with a handy napkin, Dean nods.]
I'll say. That selfish prick just wants the attention. He could care less about you unless you do what he says and hell to you if you don't!
[Which still rankled. If Dean wanted to die, he'd die. If he wanted to give up the ghost to Michael, he'd... Dean coughed and forced a burp. Yeah, maybe he shouldn't go there.]