Sam raised his eyebrows and leaned in to pull Fred close for a quick kiss, bar smell be damned.
"I'm not?" he asked, with an expression of mock-hurt.
All the same, he released her and started to lose the clothing.
"Sorry about the bar smell. Dean needed the company and that was where he chose to go."
His voice was steady and he wasn't even close to drunk. Sam had taken it easy, even if that meant pretending to take some of the shots that Dean had served them. He didn't have much desire to get drunk off his ass. Not in this place.