"That's - " Not at all the point of the joke, he swears, one day, he needs to sit the dude down and-- explain humor, he shouldn't have to be explaining humor to someone. "That's a good call, Cas."

His eyes roll at the latter response, as his free hand runs along the buttons and then the door, his back turned to Castiel as if he might find an out here in the doorway somewhere. "I ain't goin' very far right now, you don't have t'worry about that one."

Or there wouldn't be worrying if, you know, that looming shadow had gone anywhere. But he doesn't. Go anywhere. And after a pause of silence, Dean looks back at him, hand still planted on the door. "What's the face? You're not poopin', are you?