Dean moves to pick up said beer, grimaces and puts it back down. "That dick drank it, then I'm not paying for it." He doesn't like leaving, but that's Sam's decision to make. Dean clapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Call if you change your mind Sam. I'll.. let you two figure this crap out."
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Date: 2014-02-15 06:45 pm (UTC)"Call if you change your mind Sam. I'll.. let you two figure this crap out."