"A few beers, tunes, you and the baby, hey, we got ourselves a good day," Dean grinned as he walked over to the front of the car. The hood was already popped and he took a glance over at it all and looked at Sam with an eyebrow raised. "Looks like you were playin' Memory and missed the whole point of the game," he said and set down his beer before taking off his coat. "Yeah, I got it." Assuring him, he rubbed his hands together. Yeah, he didn't even want to ask what Sam was actually doing and suddenly for a split second, it seemed a little fishy to him, but he didn't care.
Once he was engrossed in putting his baby back together, he noticed Sam hovering over him to the point where Dean gave him a look. "You got somethin' to say?" He asked and went back to work. He got the belts back on right and looked it all over to make sure it was good to go before working on something else.
Taking a step back, he grabbed his beer and finished it off. "You doin' better these days?" He asked him and looked him over before heading back to the car. It was only a few days since they'd been back from Vegas, but it felt like a lifetime considering the week he just went through. Then again, he was confused, did that even happen, or was it like some collective dream he was havin' with Sol and the girls? Taking a deep breath, he started back under the hood.