"You shot yourself?" Dean scratched the back of his head with a furrowed brow, trying to figure that one out. It wasn't completely surprising, but, if the hotel had managed to shake him even just a little, that made less sense to him. Sam would have control of his own actions, for the most part, and being afraid of shooting himself seemed unlikely. Unless, it was supposed to be some kind of metaphor, or whatever the fuck. "I said you were wrong, and you shot yourself? Why?" No, that didn't make sense, he wouldn't have let Sam shoot himself. Right? But, it wasn't really him, it was a presence based off Sam's fears. Something still felt off about the situation, and it didn't make sense.
"Good, I'm glad you like it, and you are so right. It was one of the best things to happen to us, really." Dean moved to lean back against the wall and watched Sam with a half hearted smile. "Oh, there's a garage with mint condition vintage cars, so, you even get your own ride. If you want one, of course. I've got baby, so you can have your pick of the litter." Sam's attitude felt different from the other felt, he seemed a little softer, maybe. "There was a jar with the wicked witch of the west in it, and a key to Oz. The place doesn't seem to be fully functional, but it's still pretty awesome."