"No, I haven't seen it. Hang on." Clark focused his gaze a little. Almost instantly, he went from seeing things quite normally to his x-ray vision. The general shape of a bottle opener didn't appear anywhere near where he was looking, so Clark returned his vision to normal and shook his head. "No, sorry. It's not in here. But there's a quarter, two pennies, and three nickles under the refrigerator?" He slid his hands into his pockets, then looked back to Dean in that same curious manner that he had greeted the man with upon his arrival. "Did you want me to open something for you?" They didn't have a bottle opener anywhere nearby, but Clark figured he could give it a shot. It wasn't like a bottle would have been the most difficult thing he had ever tried to pop open before.
Clark didn't really know the man all that well. But he knew that he was one of the good guys - the locals, if he remembered correctly - and while he was probably never going to go hunting with the man, he had no problems with helping him out with something as simple as opening a bottle. Clark had to make some use out of himself around here, after all. Scouring the streets for any signs of trouble, as per his old routine was one thing, but something simple like this? Yeah, if only he could do this every day. Open a bottle. Save the world.