Dean nodded. Thrusting everyone out of hell wasn't going to be a good thing, cause he was pretty sure every single one of them needed to die, at least the demons. He was sure the best was Crowley, but now that he was gone and not ruling hell, and Lucifer was gone, who knew what the place was like. The demons would probably fight, the winner who was still alive would become the new King. He supposed maybe it wasn't like that for Duma's, but he couldn't imagine anything else.
So, he just shrugged, taking another bite to try and stop thinking about what Earth was like when he left. God could fix his mess this time. Dean was tired of it. "That's good." He mumbled through half a bite, poking a fry into some of the goods that fell from the burger, looked like mostly mayo. He was gonna eat it either way. "So...what's next? Being the big boss here?"