Dean raises an eyebrow at that, glancing down at Felix's hand, and the smile lingers a bit more than he'd originally intended. Felix still isn't offering any details about this vision, not really, more about the history of them in his world - maybe later that will seem stranger, or maybe it won't, maybe Dean will forget about it if he lets himself - and Dean's eyes search his face for a few long moments before he nods.

"Well, if that's what woke you up in time, then I'm glad for that much at least," he asserts, giving it a joking edge to take off the cutting sincerity beneath it. But Felix is starting to lighten up again, and Dean hasn't forgotten that blistering joy of a few minutes ago. He moves his arm, not to dislodge Felix's hand, but so he can reach up and take it in his own instead. He smirks.

"It's hot." This, Dean states flatly, then: "I told you it was. Someday, you're actually gonna listen when I talk," he teases, then tries on another crooked grin, climbing a step at a time back towards where he'd been when he first saw Felix here. "Food first? Or there's a boardwalk carnival a little ways down. Or I have a hotel room on the freaking top floor. There's a skypool."