Dean rolled his eyes as Harry said he was a wizard and to remember that. He stretched his arm across the back of the booth and just looked at him. "So I've been told by others in similar wording." Meaning demons.
"You can't help me with my problem. No one can." And he honestly felt that. It was only a matter of times before those hell hounds find a way in when the time came to drag him away and no one could stop it, even if Dean wanted it.
Though he wondered, would the city allow it. "Besides, can't play hero if you don't know what the problem is."