Fair is fair. Whether or not it has any sway over him, Dean's left with a bit of Michael he can't easily rid himself of either.
It was definitely sarcasm. He's going to ask his question either way. They both know Michael was in his head long enough to have the answer key, so is this a test of memory, or of how willing he is to play along (or just an excuse to answer a question without a fight)? He's less resistant to indulging silly little human games when he doesn't have an audience. Michael folds his arms over his chest again and levels a confident look at him as he launches into a short list, artist and all so Dean can't make any arguments about partial credit.
"You Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC; Hold On Loosely, Thirty-Eight Special; Here I Go Again, Whitesnake; Hurts So Good, John Mellencamp; Glory Days, Bruce Springsteen.
"I'm surprised Rock the Casbah didn't break your top ten."
A bit annoying but catchy, a lot like the man himself. He knows it's on the list somewhere though.
"I'll accept you put my nephew on the throne of Heaven. You would put a four year old in charge of all of creation." He can't help but stress what a terrible idea he thinks that is. He almost gets it. Jack had been a sweet-tempered creature, for all of the twenty minutes or so he'd known him, but he's still ultimately a child. "What became of my Father in all this? Is He dead?"
There's a tension in his voice, restrained emotion that has nothing to do with fearing for his creator's well-being and everything to do with knowing what Chuck is like when He's angry. He hopes they finished the job.
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It was definitely sarcasm. He's going to ask his question either way. They both know Michael was in his head long enough to have the answer key, so is this a test of memory, or of how willing he is to play along (or just an excuse to answer a question without a fight)? He's less resistant to indulging silly little human games when he doesn't have an audience. Michael folds his arms over his chest again and levels a confident look at him as he launches into a short list, artist and all so Dean can't make any arguments about partial credit.
"You Shook Me All Night Long, AC/DC; Hold On Loosely, Thirty-Eight Special; Here I Go Again, Whitesnake; Hurts So Good, John Mellencamp; Glory Days, Bruce Springsteen.
"I'm surprised Rock the Casbah didn't break your top ten."
A bit annoying but catchy, a lot like the man himself. He knows it's on the list somewhere though.
"I'll accept you put my nephew on the throne of Heaven. You would put a four year old in charge of all of creation." He can't help but stress what a terrible idea he thinks that is. He almost gets it. Jack had been a sweet-tempered creature, for all of the twenty minutes or so he'd known him, but he's still ultimately a child. "What became of my Father in all this? Is He dead?"
There's a tension in his voice, restrained emotion that has nothing to do with fearing for his creator's well-being and everything to do with knowing what Chuck is like when He's angry. He hopes they finished the job.