Dean laughed, bitterly actually. He understood better than some might think. Most probably thought he was some dumb asshole who couldn't think beyond some hardened prejuidices, but the older Winchester could empathize. It might have been what made him a pretty decent con, and a damn good hunter.
"No, you can't, but you can't beat yourself up either. I hunt. There are things to hunt still here." Thankfully there were other things he could do here too, so that helped take his mind off all this crazy of the City and of what he left behind. "Not saying this is Disneyland, man; it's no one's happy place. But, you're gonna have to find something to do until we get back."
"Though I can't say I'd exactly want to go back," he mumbled at the lifted beer bottle. "Find something to do, Cas."