IC: Security.
Dean stood still, everything anyone had to say was well above him. But, he wasn't here for the politics or the talking.
No. Dean was here to make sure everyone was safe. Though, he was actually asked and he was standing beside Steve, Dean felt the same as he always had; he was simply someone else's weapon or tool for their own wants. But, it didn't bother him. It never did. This was meant to be a just cause, protection. Then again, when one spends their entire life like this, it becomes 'the usual.'
Thankfully, nothing had happened so far, he didn't need to use any of his beads of himself. Dean looked down at Steve, giving him a 'smile' from his maw. "Uh.. When we are done. W-would Steve like to join Dean in drinking Spicey Water?"