Dean fixed her look, "Yeah, but the last demon I knew to be wearing a kid was a real bitch and a half." He's not going to watch his language, a demon's a demon.

He looked around for some way to pry the doors open, or another way to get out. Gotta be a panel or something.

"And I don't sleep, so it don't matter much to me." Already gets plenty of nightmares of hell, thanks.