He tried to ignore her when she started huffing about the fact that he said it was fine. It was fine. Things were starting to become clear to him. Yeah, he was a version of his son. The one that stayed and made the deal, bringing Sammy back and giving up his own life. He went to hell. He came back and now he was here. Dean had been put through hell, literally, but now there was nothing he could do about it. John Winchester already had his sons here, and he wasn't it. It hurt alot, but what could he do? Nothing.
"Yeah, he has been through alot, so we're just gonna drop it because it doesn't matter, Em," he said, a little too authoritative. He was tired of having this conversation because nothing was going to change. Picking up his glass, he downed it and just held onto it. The more and more she told him the truth, the more and more he just wanted to leave now, but maybe there was that little chance that if he stayed until tomorrow, he'd show up. Useless, probably, but he had to try.
When he wasn't with the strippers, or the chicks, or playing at a table, or eating for that matter, he was walking around, hoping to maybe just see him. He asked about him to a few people, but it was no use. He wasn't gonna let it bother him much, or try not to bother him. He was fine with it until Emily came back and started yammering in his ear about how much his dad didn't want to see him.