When Dean figures out where Crowley is, he needs to figure out how to best approach this, the best way to humble Crowley. Dean wants to make sure he has a front row seat to the moment when Crowley realizes he's about to get what's coming to him, too. He decides on the casual approach -- he'll come join him at the bar, but before he even sets foot inside, he's already given Crowley what he's earned: a first class trip to Feelingsville.

Dean doesn't know how long it'll take to set in or even how long it'll last, not that he's troubled by that. If it wears off too soon, he'll just fix it again.

Pushing the door open, he strolls in and smiles with a confidence that's not unlike him normally, but there's something harder underneath the surface.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." He hasn't seen Crowley since he heard he arrived, so this is as good a place of greeting as any.