"It's almost as good as sex." Dean enthused, though there was a slightly crooked quirk of his lips. Showing that although his words were sincere-Dean Winchester knew from good and crappy burgers, given that most of his life had been lived on the road.-he'd chosen the words deliberately. The man didn't have much by way of filters and mouth to brain road-blocks.
However, he did know when not to push his luck. Or at least he was capable of applying the skill. So he left it at that. Polishing off his burger and then taking a long pull from his beer.