Dean's smile turned back into a massive frown. "Anything bad.." Instead of asking more from Bucky, Dean decided to speak of himself: "Dean... Dean wasn't there for Goat Lady and she was gone forever because Dean was sleeping. Then, Dean took a longer sleep because a big dragon made Dean do so, Squishy Lady was taken.. Then Dean woke up less blue, and Dean was less blue for a long time before Spooky Lady turned Dean more blue again." There was significant sense of sadness in his voice when he spoke it all. He felt it was his fault his friend died, that another was kidnapped, and that he at one point died and came back as undead. Until he was finally fully brought back.
But Dean was not magic, nor was he putting on an act. Seriously, a bag of bricks would feel smarter than Dean was. He was just good at reading people, smart was not his strong suite, but insight was. He could tell Bucky was upset over something, and that his new found friend was upset over him knowing that. But, Dean wasn't here for a fight or anything of the such, if asked to leave, he would.
"Oh, Dean likes water. Water is good!" His frown slowly turned up as he watched the crowd along the Bucky. Before he turned his head back to the man beside him, slowly tilting it slightly to the side. "What does.... 'Habit' mean?"