If he'd been allowed to speak, the reply would've been an easy 'I'm good.' But somehow it's infinitely harder to just straight up nod, as if outright compliance is somehow a painful act. But after staring for what feels like too long, Dean finally manages it once, tipping his head. Considering he's got more than a few brain cells left, and how he'd like to leave them intact, he figures he might as well be good for this portion of the show.

At least he'd find a way to get a kick out of it somehow.