He knows that look. Biting his lip to let Dean work through whatever he wanted to say. He was terrified of Dean hating him again, but this Dean was younger. And he has a feeling, no matter what he says, he has to start back at the start and be patient.

Though today, he doesn't know if he has it in him. Sometimes thing's hurt, and he had to man up. Dean had told him that before, and right now he was trying his best.

"...Is it a wagon?" He spoke as if the sentence didn't fit the moment. Sure, he had thought it is a carriage with no top, but what kind of farm has Jack ever been around? "I'm not a toddler." He made a bit of a face.

Reel it in, Kline. Don't get upset.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything." He more muttered than spoke, looking away from Dean. Looking back to the passing land around them. "Just forget it."