"Because I grabbed whatever was closest." Dean glared at his brother's brainiac girlfriend. He glanced at Sam, giving him a slight smile. This was definitely the girl for him; Sam would never have to eat the bad carbs because his girl took care of those and still managed to look so damn tiny.
"What Sam said, we've called a meeting to explain. Help yourself while we wait. And, I don't think so. I could go see if any was down there. I think I saw rootbeer." Yeah, Dean paid attention to the beer part of that anyway. "Or you could have a beer. They're not bad."