[Stufu Cas. Dean doesn't need anyone worrying over him. Not you. Not Sam. Not even the mailman. He's dealing, okay?!]
Yeah, sure. You know how to find me.
[And Dean walks out of the kitchen, slamming the front door behind him as he leaves the premises altogether. He won't be gone long though. Just a walk around the block. He doesn't trust Cas OR Alma not to do something stupid or himself either.]