"After this big one, then you can get out. Alright? I won't even be pissed at you this time." He gave him a half playful, half serious smile, nudging his shoulder against his brother's and drinking some more of his beer, hoping they'd manage to move on past this.

Almost choking on his mouthful of alcohol, Dean looked at Sam like he'd grown extra limbs. "...Huh." Well, that was very unexpected. Not that Sam missed him, but more that Sam brought it up now. "Is that what this is about? Dad? Sammy, he's been... he's been dead for years now." He felt the biggest urge to just hug him, with that look on his face, but he wasn't going to make this any more awkward.