Dean had to laugh a little, giving a shrug. "He's just a brat who got mad when he didn't get daddy's attention, right? Do you know about Cas' family? Bunch of dicks." He admitted, cutting off the stove to let the burgers finish and rest a little in the pan. "Ten billion? You're like...really old." He said, smiling before his expression fell just as fast. "Not. Uh. Bad. You look great." He nodded, looking away to just wonder what the hell was he doing.
He took a breath and went back to the task at hand, stepping out of the way to let Duma sample before building his burger if he wanted to. "Yeah, go ahead. Have whatever you want." He smiled some as he tucked the extra burger in a bag and stuck it in the fridge to keep before leaning against the counter. "I usually go for lettuce, onion, pickle, mayo and ketchup. The other stuff is good." He did some vague pointing, but figured it'd be better if Duma went for it.