[An actual annoyed expression flickers over Dean's features as well, hearing the trick. There's another epic eyeroll, and then he's pushing off the wall to come closer to the bars, folded arms dropping to his sides.] Yeah, and then you die because your liver isn't the same kind of go-getter as the rest of you. You may be a genius, but you are dumb as a box of hammers, you asshole.

[And that's as close as Dean is going to get to lecturing, probably ever. He levels a finger at Tony, joking at first, then fading to dead serious.]

Yeah, well, don't beat yourself up over it. People who can sit upright and see straight have tried, and here we still are. But let me be the first to say that if you end up down here again looking anything like this? I'll kick your ass my damn self, I don't care what your warden says. We've got enough bullshit to deal with around here without you pulling this shit.