"Both?" Dean gave a little shrug, grinning. He knew he could eat, and whatever they didn't eat now, there was work, or just snacks later. He doubted anything was going to go bad on his watch. "Some don't." His smile remained, even if it dimmed a little, at least until Sam mentioned pie. "Hell yeah. There's a bakery, chick says she puts pumpkin and chocolate in some now. That actually sounds good. If they're open we'll get one."
Dean forced out a laugh that didn't quite meet even his own expectations. They were honest with each other. Most of the time. Though, when they didn't it was for a pretty big reason. He wasn't really sure how to answer Sam's question, though. He was pretty sure he'd take the knowledge of the biggest dick archangel of them all killing Cas to his grave here. "You know. Fighting the good fight. You're a good hunter. Might be better than me."
He smiled a little, taking another drink before giving Sam's leg a pat. "You need a shower or anything before we go get some grub? We can always bring it back here, eat at the table." He tipped his bottle, taking a long drink to finish it off with a huff. He maybe shouldn't have, his stomach wouldn't appreciate it, but it wasn't like one beer was going to get him drunk. "When you work again?"