Dean's mouth is still open when he's pushed ass over teakettle back into his body. Once fully seated in his own flesh, the first thing he does is look around, eagerness feeding the false hope that there might already be a sword waiting for him. Of course, there isn't, and Dean tries not to look too foolishly disappointed when he sits up.

"You're a hard guy to have a conversation with," he says once on his feet. "You know?" Dusting the grass from his own behind, Dean cocks his head. "Now what? We're not done for the day, are we?"