"Beer's good." Harry reached for one of the cans, giving Murphy a quick kiss on the cheek as he leaned over. He snagged one for her and himself as well as a bit of jerky. He didn't recognize the brand of beer, but hey, he was American. It's not like he had a palate or anything.
He drew himself to one side of the table, as not to loom over everyone. Sam was close enough to his height, but this was his and Dean's show. Sidelines was where Harry preferred to be. Most of the time.