The Universe's Mixer

After excusing themselves from the party, the brothers headed out in search of a bar, or a liquor store, whichever came first. From there, Sam could only assume that they would proceed to become sufficiently inebriated for whatever pending discussion Dean was chewing on--or rather, they had both been chewing on for some time now. It was high time to spit it out.

But none of that was going to be happening until they could actually find a liquor store, and in the meantime, Dean was probably getting more and more restless, and sullen. Sam knew he was, at least as far as the restless part. Though he was more pensive than sullen. That was Dean's thing.