Dean hated to dwell, even if he knew he was prone to doing it. Hell, he'd spent a week in the backseat of the Impala because he didn't want to take something for himself, because he didn't think he deserved it. And if that hadn't been wallowing in his own shit he didn't know what was. He shoved it away, giving a small smile when Duma offtered one of his own. "Well...not overly used to angel backup, but thanks." Having Cas around was great, when he could. Having another pair of wings tucked in his pocket for a rainy day didn't sound awful.
The whole flustered thing was completely unexpected, though, and Dean forgot to swallow just long enough for the bite to feel weird. He let out a small laugh, making a waving sort of motion with his hand. Weird. Kinda gross. But. Dean was pretty sure someone out there thought burgers were gross. Crazy rabbits like his brother. "I don't think I'd ever want to either. Even the King of Hell I knew didn't actually want the job."