[He rolls his eyes at the nickname, but doesn't argue when the other tucks the bullet away. He really doesn't need the bullet when the scar it'll leave is more than enough.]
You know me too well. [Dean sighs, grabbing the cooler from the corner of the room and handing the other a beer from within. He doesn't make a habit out of drinking all that much, but he figured he'd need it tonight. And the bar down the street had been out of the question.]