Again there was the pause, not looking right at the thing, but Dean's head soon lifted, allowing him to look right into those eyes. The look spoke of his disgust, hate, and the ever present anger. Dean didn't bother trying to hide it. Not even a little bit.
"If you could go fuck yourself," Dean nearly winced at how raspy from emotion, but he wouldn't stop. "That'd be great." He'd almost mentioned his car; only the thought of this asshole in his baby made him feel even worse. He'd find that car, and he was considering killing anyone who might try to take it away from him. "Other than that, I'm just aces."