"Yeah.." Dean said, reaching for the pitcher to refill his glass too. He nearly dropped it, his hand not entirely cooperative under the alcohol's effects, but somehow he managed to successfully fill his glass with minimal spills. Damned girly drinks...he wasn't drunk, he was just having an allergic reaction or something to the lack of real alcohol or something.
He focused on the glass for a minute, swirling the liquid around, tipping it from side to side. "And even though I didn't tell him everything, I hated doing it. It was like that Christmas when I told Sam Dad wasn't a traveling salesman, you should have seen the look on his face. I mean, Ben's a cool kid and everything, but he shouldn't have to know that stuff. He should stay a kid for as long as he can, because you never know what's going to happen in this crazy place." Hastily he upt the glass to his mouth and drank the entire thing at once. It didn't sting as much as a shot of something stronger might have, and that felt wrong. When Dean wanted to get drunk, when he got drunk enough to loosen his tongue and talk about stuff like this, he WANTED it to sting, because that sting would be enough to distract him, at least momentarily, for the reason why he was getting drunk to begin with.