"Apple's my personal favorite but there's a hell of a lot more out there. It's my personal goal in life to try 'em all." It was a simple dream but it was one Dean thought he could actually accomplish if he gave it a shot. Not like having a home, family, and white picket fence. That dream died when the apocalypse started. Normal wasn't possible where he and his brother were concerned.

He listens while she explains, shifting a knee up and resting his arm on top of it when his legs start to buzz from dangling. "Isn't it kinda risky tellin' me that your tears have some magic juice in 'em that can steal away life from somebody else."

He doesn't ask her about the rest or her involvement there. It's pretty clear why she mentioned being in a glass coffin. That pirate wanted the secret to a few more years under his belt.