Shut up, all of his observations are fuckin' astute, bite him. It was so much weirder than fighting enchanted, animated pumpkins, or at least in Dean's books it was, but this is Dean we're talking about here, who has strange opinions on most things. He still hasn't gotten to the status quo oddities of this place yet and the fact that a fire demon that looked like a 90's Furby someone happened to catch on fire is just something that's going to induce nightmares for a little while. Sue him. He doesn't like strange cute things, they're so much more peculiar than the evil he's used to dealing with.

Not to mention, the fact that it had it in the first place? The fact that it threw it at his head, gathered it up from home, knew he wanted it-- they're all questions that need answers and it makes Dean uncomfortable, even as he lets Sam drape the amulet around his neck again. It's all a little much to take in at once (even if it's not that much, comparatively) and he stares down at the amulet for a good few seconds, pleased by its presence but not in the slightest bit mollified.

"Wanna know how the fuck it even got it in the first place--" Of course Dean's going to be suspicious about this, of course he is, and he stares off at nothing in particular for a moment before finally snapping back to attention and nodding at the.. uh, broom that Sam received for his troubles.

"You gonna reenact Fantasia? Cause I think they forgot the hat."