"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though." Dean wasn't a fan of vodka so much, plus, the last time he accepted a drink from someone he didn't know, he ended up being attacked in a dream. He sighed heavily in response to being informed that Pam had still found nothing, but he wouldn't give up hope.
"What's on your mind, Eliot?" Dean moved to take a seat on the couch in the living room and motioned for the other to join him.