A Musebox

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.