Dean had opened his mouth to ask what the hell Cas even talking about, because he'd been in a strip joint in Tallahassee, until that voice made him freeze, and slowly his gaze moved from Cas there on the floor, to the owner. A muscle in his cheek jerked slightly as his eyes widened, and he took a step back, unknowingly closer to the pit, and more firmly situating himself between Alastair and Cas, though that was something he also wasn't aware of.

"Oh. I see. Haha, very funny, right? This another one of those pointless dreams that's gonna make me look like the Virgin Mary?" He went for bravado and a casual tone, falling just short when anger and a tinge of anxiousness leaked through. One hand slipped into his pocket, finding the small canister of salt he'd tucked in there, and he tightened his grip on it, popping the little metal tab upward with his thumb.