"It's giving yourself a fighting chance?" Dean raised a brow, a bit amused, but decided against really saying much else about it. "Yeah? There's a few places like that, or if you're into just the bags or whatever, I bet there's a market for it from all the shops." He nodded, offering another smile. "It does seem to be the appeal, that you can pretty much do whatever you want." He nodded then focused on the task at hand.
Red dipping shit. He was gonna have to use that. It probably wasn't even the worst thing a worker had heard what Dean assumed to be ketchup as. He gave another small smile before heading over to the little concession area, looking over the menu and opting for a couple of beers and fries. If he wanted a snack later, he'd worry about it then. He was definitely more interested in the familiarity of sipping on a beer than anything right now.
By the time Dean was back, and had set the things down, he was able to step around and give Levi a pat on the shoulder. "Easy, Tiger. Glaring at the ball isn't going to make it do what you want. It didn't do anything." He leaned back against the computer, reaching back to the small table to grab a bottle. "Got you a beer. You drink, right?" It probably wasn't the best to assume, since the dude had talked about tea before, but well. Dean sort of figured everyone drunk sometimes, even angels and God himself.