Dean smiled and gave a big nod. He knew he could put it away, Sam, too. They were both pretty big guys, so it wasn't a big deal. Plus, Dean knew he could eat a box of donuts and still chase down whatever creature they'd been after. He wasn't too worried about suddenly getting out of shape. "Awesome."
Giving a little shrug, Dean was happy to not feel like he needed to elaborate on Sam hunting on after he'd left. Hell, Sam had been hunting on the minute after Cas died, when Dean hadn't even been able to move the dude had run off to take care of business. He was proud of him.
He let out a breath of a laugh before nodding and getting up to head for the door. "Let's bring it back. Less people to deal with." He nodded, smiling some and waved the bottle to take it back to the kitchen to toss. "See you in a few, Sammy."