[A grim expression creeps into his eyes. He could just imagine Crowley appearing here.]

Yes.

]He seems to consider this question at length, putting his hands in his pockets and staring at the ceiling.]

I'm doing well. I was concerned I had exposed myself to Dean, but it seems that I didn't. [A beat.] I lied to him, though. [That's obviously not sitting well with him.]

I wish this wasn't so complicated. Not just Dean, just... this place.