Well thank god for that. Or angels. Or something- Dean doesn't care. Staring off at nothing in particular as he works his jaw back into some semblance of order, he gives his hands a shake off, letting the blood flow back in to his shoulders. He couldn't care less that the cuffs are still there, it's just nice to have full use of his hands again, bracing his palms on his thighs before he slowly looks back to Lucifer, figuring the next set of directions won't be terribly far behind.

At the very least he looks utterly resolute, trying to be still with the slightest hope that he might earn his voice back in due time.