Dean looks like he understands completely what she means by that. His first thought is Bobby who was stuck in a wheel chair becuase of him and the guilt washes over him like the waves he's watching. "I was thinkin' a pool might do the trick," he stops for a moment and makes eye contact with her again. "But I understand not wantin' to be toted around like some chick's dog."

He didn't want to make her uncomfortable. No one liked feeling helpless. Not even monsters. He'd never admit that he knew that, they deserved it half the time.

Dean finally drops his feet off the edge of the deck and pulls his flask out of his jacket to take a swig. He offers some to her after licking the remains of Wild Turkey off his lips.

"S'gotta suck though. Bein' a world away from everyone. The Core seems t'like makin' a lot of us suffer, but this takes the cake." He hated The Core for bringing a bunch of hell spawn from home here and because he couldn't follow it. He hated unpredictability and that was all he got here.