Dean blinked, and wasn't sure if he should hope to be used to the lack of personal space one day or try to teach the angel about the personal space bubble. He'd yet to really learn it before Dean came here. He sighed, using the hand with the salad shake in it to softly push the angel back.
"I know he's a dog, Cas. He's been using my couch as a bed since he changed. He said that some wolf bit him, but it wasn't after his heart. Sam's fuckin' Marmeduke. Not Balto or whatever the hell wolf." Dean sidestepped the angel and settled down at the kitchen table. He was going to give this salad thing a try; after being an old fart for a little while, Dean did actually eat good for him stuff. Even if a little begrudgingly.
"I'd say this is a werewolf, started with one, I'll bet, but Sam's no werewolf. He's some stupid dog who drools, takes up all the room, and eats all my food." Dean smirked. "Actually, guess he hasn't changed that much."
"Seriously, there's a problem. We gotta figure out a way to fix it because this is only going to make things worse. This place is crazy enough as it is." He opened the beer before settling in to shake the salad. "You have any idea where the naked man is that the paper and news have been talking about?"
He took a bite of salad, talking around it. "Did you know there was some god type here?" As if he were having an everyday conversation, which wasn't too far off, seeing as Dean did tend to talk about werewolves, ghosts, demons, and God in a good many of his conversations.