Dean rolled his eyes, "Well knock yerselves out kids." Dean looked about, finding a spot, pulling out this flask and taking a drink.
This was starting to get annoying really. Dean was not the deep thinker type and well, with Demons and Angels bothering him. These people, as far as he knew, didn't spend time in hell as long as he had and then was jerked out by an Angel and told God had a mission for him.