Sam wasn't sure if he was expecting things to get better or worse once Rob was out the door. He eyed Dean cautiously and shrugged at the question.
"It was whatever I could get from room service. Wasn't too sure what beer brands they had here."
He took a beer for himself and settled into one of the chairs at the table.
"So on a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?"
Dean might want to change the subject and drink away the problem, but Sam knew all too well that it would still be there in the morning if they did that. Talking it out or yelling it out usually seemed more cathartic than trying to shove it under a rug.