Crowley nearly rises to the bate. His lip actually starts to curl before he takes a deep breath. This is a rare opportunity to speak with a Dean who seems much more indifferent than usual.

"Bullshit. You wouldn't have asked me if you didn't think I might give you a good answer." He moves closer. "What did I do that you thought I would want to help you?"

Dean can't possibly be stupid enough to make another demon deal. He does know that much.