"Well, yeah. It's 'cause you're alive for a lot of it." Dean grinned cheekily, glad that someone else could appreciate the gross as much as him.
His eyes widened. "1841, huh? Man, all the technology and shit must be messing with your head." He winced a bit upon hearing that Sweeney had died. "Wow, that's... huh. If the apprentice is around, I wouldn't blame you for avoiding him."