Dean didn't argue. Sam wasn't the only one who needed to see his brother. The older Winchester pulled in not far from the man on the hog. He even took the time to admire it once he got out of the Impala. Not bad. Though, Dean would always go with his baby.
He ambled into the bar; knowing it rather well, but not having visited in a bit, it took him a little to adjust to the light or lack of. The hunter walked over to the bar, settled on the stool beside the tall drink of water that was his brother, and motioned for a beer of his own.
"Hey, you doing okay?" Dean wasn't exactly a bundle of laughs at the moment. He'd lost not one but three friends. It wasn't even a loss, not exactly. Yet, they weren't exactly close by; he couldn't get to them easily. Dean wondered if Sam weren't drinking to forget that problem, the lack of a handy god.