( A rabble in the streets; a mob of literal peasants. This is not at all an appropriate response, but despite the heaviness of the conversation so far and the grim subject matter, Dean's face breaks out into a dumb grin.

Man, is he glad Geralt's death wasn't cool. If this man died single-handedly beating freakin Smaug or some shit and saving the kingdom and Dean had to stand here telling his own stupid death story, he'd die a second time on the spot.

As it stands: )

A rabble in a barn. Some low-level who-cares vampire shoved me onto a freakin' nail. I got rebarred in the back. I went out like a human coat rack.

( So, no. Definitely not better than a peasant's son. Two peas in a stupid, stupid pod Gerald. )