Dean doesn't see what the problem is. "It's kinda my job last time I checked," he shoots back, some of that old color coming back into his voice. "And last I checked, I'm the guy who can't die, so it's not your call."

Or, actually, it kinda was, if Sam only gave the word. It's as easy as ordering the proto-demon to back down, just a couple of words and that's all it takes. Dean would do it, even if he'd hate having to step down like that and it'd kill him to let Sam run off without him. Normally he's fine with the freak obedience but thinking about scenarios like that suddenly points out that it's not sunshine and roses. The problem is he cares way too much about what happens and that probably wasn't what White-Eyes had planned when he turned him. He doesn't think he was supposed to care, not like that. That's the problem with not finishing what he started.

Dean wants to sigh when Sam shoots down his idea. He thinks it's a great idea. It's not like a human is "anyone", not to him. They're just meat on two legs, so it's not like the bait would've been missed.

Watching Sam kick that big bag under the bed, the proto-demon jerks his head up when he brings up the bait thing.

"You serious? Dude, no friggen way," Dean's already shaking his head, already not jiving with this idea. If they're gonna use bait, it's really easy to use the Anyone Else But Sam option. "I'll do it. You're not getting killed over a bunch of vampires."