Dean's shoved his hands in his pockets at this point, leading him with a quiet assurance that he's sure you're following even without him looking back too much at this point. It's also the quiet assurance of 'so help me, I can and will kick your ass if I need to.' The quiet confidence that has pulled him through a lot of this kind of shit, actually, even when he's actually not all that confident at all. Although, even as they walk, a part of him is marvelling at how the hell he manages to keep on attracting this level and magnitude of weirdness. He chuckles "Zack is much easier. And there's plenty, although you may find it more fun to learn as you go, you know?"

If that's what it's gonna take to keep this guy where he can keep an eye on him? Sure.

"Hell dimension, huh? Gonna guess that the concept of good mattresses and pillows is a new concept to you too, huh?" He looks back to quirk an eyebrow at him over his shoulder. Look at how he's not even questioning that sentence. He needs to gauge how much trouble this guy could be without outright asking. "There's a couple of things that need explaining there, actually. One: You being a Prince, you got any neat perks that come with that? Like, what do you do?" Angling to see if he can pick up an idea of the level of outright power-based fuckery that you are carrying right now. "Two: you aren't expecting me to bow, right? Because I'm telling you now, you're gonna be disappointed." The last bit was clearly a joke, although rooted in truth. He'll... get to that murdered worlds thing... soon. He may need a beer first.