[There is a somewhat surprising part of Dean that will always respond best to commands; even though there's a part of him that also instantly thinks If I could, don't you think I would?, it matters less than the drive to obey. He's been living up to impossible expectations all his life as a common standard, and now he swallows and shakes his head.]

I know. I just... [Then the rest of it registers, his eyes narrowing on the watch, and both eyebrows go up. He changes gears, but not to fake cheer; now he's thinking, remembering another conversation they had.]

What makes you think you won't like it?