"Thanks." Jimmy pulled the sandwich closer and started eating with his usual enthusiasm. He watched Dean's face over the edge of the bread, chewing with big, jaw-widening strokes. The progression from confusion to irritation was interesting, and strangely Jimmy still felt fairly divorced from the angel and his problems. He licked some mustard off his thumb. "It's not the same thing as telling somebody to get a life, Dean. Or to change careers. I don't think he's waiting for orders, I mean, he pretty much said screw the man when he died the first time." Jimmy shuddered a little bit. "Or we died the first time... whatever." He took up the beer and had another hearty swig, rocking his fingers inside his tie to loosen it.