"You know me," Dean shrugged. "I won't say no to a cold beer." He walked inside, and glanced around. The set up was much the same as his own cabin. He supposed they were all pretty much the same.
"I think I've had enough pie for a while, anyway." He sighed. Pie just didn't have the same appeal, now that Cas was being a dick about things, and Dean associated that with the pie making experience.