He started laughing. Not the kind of laugh that Dean Winchester would be likely to give off either. It sounded cold. Maybe even a little crazy. "Morph?" The laughter grew even louder. "Morph? Like the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers?" The gun that he was grasping onto was held at his side. He wasn't pointing it anyone. Yet. And that was surprising, considering that Dean was usually the type of person who shot first and asked questions later.
"I was wondering how long it would take," he said, amusement dying away from his voice. His face still hid in the dark. "Thought that it would be a bit sooner to be honest."