"Usually I'd say 'stick around because I get better as the night goes on' but I really don't around for that long. No offense or anything." Dean said with a roll of his eyes. He was making to take off his jacket when Uriel continued. He paused. God, he paused. Which might have given everything away. Given away that just for a second, longer than that, the idea appealed to him. Nonetheless, his head was turn when he heard the words and both angel and brother missed what flashed in his eyes.
"I'm not doing it." He said when turned to face Uriel, looking straight at the angel. "Buffy and the others handed Alistair over to you to take care of. He's not our business anymore." Dean really didn't believe that Uriel couldn't get information out of that fucking demon. So he didn't know what the angel was playing at. Either way, Dean wasn't going to do it. Maybe if it had been Cas who had come to ask him-he was actually starting to like the angel and trust him-but he wasn't their lapdog. No matter what was said about destiny. He owed the other angels, excluding Anna, nothing. And nothing was what he would do. Unless Alistair managed to escape again. They would track him down and do what they had to do. But Dean wasn't willingly starting that back up again. Not even if there was a part of him that would love to give Alistair a taste of his own medicine. A part that left a bitter taste in his mouth, feeling in his chest. But he was strong enough not to give into it.