"I guess it's easier for the sarcasm to go sailing over your head when you're the size of one of the big prizes at the fair." He grins, bright and unaffected. Dean's never this legitimately happy, even when he's goading someone or something on.

"You must be out of a job, huh? Sucks. We can all sit down for milk and cookies and a puppet show later, if you want." He nods his head and holds out his hand. "You're gonna have to be the puppet though."