So you don't have any, you know... people? [He hadn't exactly worked out what dogs called their people and referring to them as "owners" just seemed kind of rude, so Dean was settling on people. At the very least it shouldn't make anybody offended enough to decide they wanted a piece of him. Literally. Again.

Yeah. The whole talking to animals thing hadn't been all smooth sailing.

Dean tilts his head to get a better look at Ace's leg. It's not glaringly obvious, but now that he knows to look for the mark, he can spot it.]

I'm Dean, by the way. [And then something occurs to him.] So did you get superpowers out of the deal, too?

[Flying, maybe. A flying dog would be awesome. Like something out of a comic book.]