Dean's jaw twitched slightly at the name, tightening a bit. The kid was a sore spot of sorts. He just took another sip of beer, letting Sam do the talking for the moment. It wasn't often he did, but at the moment, it seemed the best.
The name also continued to tug at his brain; there was something else. The older Winchester glanced at Sam before looking around the bar. It really didn't matter how big or small this Logan was; Dean had seen worse and tougher.