Dean had to laugh a little, giving a shrug. Duma wasn't the first angel to call them clever. Then again, they said a lot of animals were clever. He wasn't entirely sure that was a compliment or if it was just something said. He just gave a little shrug and worried about his burger for the time being, watching Duma to make sure he didn't spill the drink or make the burger magically explode out the other end from biting weird. You never knew.
He squinted as he chewed, trying to imagine the angel as blonde. He guessed that was valid. Lots of people dyed their hair. Dean just wasn't one of those kind of guys. It was sort of weird to imagine an angel that wasn't born...whatever the hell the angels were born as where he was from. He was pretty sure Cas had said he was massive, but beyond that it was hard to imagine.
His brow furrowed as he continued to eat. Dean definitely had never read the bible, even after meeting Castiel. Hell, the angels made him care even less about that stuff. It was always Sam's thing, but he didn't think it was like that. It sounded...weird in a way. "So... Lucifer left and you got stuck with probably the worst job in the universe?" He thought about it. "You help? Someone else does it, too?"