"Yeah," Sam said. He gestured towards the door that led into the little kitchen area. "Help yourself."
He didn't really feel like getting truly drunk, at least not yet. That was for hopeless situations, like when Dean was in hell because of him-- although, unless he'd been allowed to skip ahead thanks to the memory update, that was exactly where Dean would be right now-- but he knew enough about the tesseract to know that it often brought people back. Sometimes within days. So if he just held on and waited to wake up, the way he'd done in the Trickster's time loop...
But then again, it might not bring him back. Or it might not bring him back for months, and then Sam would be stuck living with this gaping hole inside him, deeper and more painful than anyone else would ever have left. Of all the people the tesseract could have taken, it had to be Dean. Not that he wanted it to take anyone else, either.
Miserably, he raised a hand to his forehead, wondering what would happen when the shock wore off. "I have other ideas," he said. "But I don't think I'd classify them as better."