Raising a brow, Dean just stared at Levi like he expected him to get it magically for seemingly no real reason. He didn't, however, and Dean just shook his head. "It's a ball. You gotta make it do what you want it to."
He looked down when his beer was taken, brow furrowed slightly before he gave a little hum and reached back for the other bottle. No real harm done, and having someone challenge him a little was oddly refreshing since this wasn't the whole shove you against something hard so I can kill you kind of challenge. "How come?" He wondered, taking a mouthful from the bottle before using it to point toward the ball return. Dean certainly made a habit of drinking, then again, it wasn't a good habit.
"You'll throw it again." Nodding, he held out his free hand for Levi's bottle, taking another drink before setting his own back on one side of the little table.