"Look, it doesn't matter. You're my brother, end of story," Dean reassured Sam and himself for that matter. It was nice to know that they'd be there if Dean needed anything, but he didn't want to disrupt whatever life they had here. Seriously, it was weird enough just being here without also knowing that well, he was marrying Bela for one and that they apparently hit the jackpot. So yeah, good life indeed. He didn't want to be a bother.
Walking to the kitchen, Dean opened up the fridge and grabbed to longnecks before heading back out to the living room. He sat down on the two seater and leaned over, handing Sam a beer for himself.
"So, did you come out here to see Dad? Yeah, good luck with that one," he muttered before twisting off the cap and taking a sip.