"First thing I'm gonna do is get another bottle. Next thing is probably grab a bite to eat. Then I'm going to find a place to try to relax." Dean looked at the motel's rather innocuous, or seemingly so, sign. It hid the dangers of faulty wiring within.
"You find Crowley, don't engage unless you really have to. He's kind of Hell and all, so don't let...shit. Look, just play nice if you meet him because he's got some major mojo happening." Dean didn't mention the way the demon had changed his gun from metal to plastic. "Also, don't stare at people. It'll bug them; me, I'm...not exactly used to it, but I'm not going to try and kill you for it. And, be nice; don't be a dick."
Dean started to walk away, checking to make sure the angel wasn't coming with him. He actually felt responsible for the feathered freak. "Let me know what you find out, but take your time. I'll see you round. Watch your six...yeah." Dean turned and started walking with more determination. Castiel could look after himself. Dean didn't have to be that concerned, right?