Dean nods at John's words, at the very least he was pretty sure he could rely on the other man if shit started to go really bad. He seemed to have a level enough head. "I'm not ready to bend over for these guys and do their chores. Maybe if they see all of us not working they'll get their heads out of their collective asses and give us some answers."
All the while he kept fiddling with the damn PDA thing, as if smashing the buttons would make it work. "Right now I just want to know where the hell they stashed the others," most importantly, where the hell did they put Sam? He growled in frustration and chucked the thing, not hard enough for it to break but hard enough for him to feel better. Suddenly John's words caught his attention again. "What angry birds?" He figured it must be some game but he couldn't get the mental image of him smashing the devise and a swarm of raging birds flying out of it...his mind was random.