"Okay, Dean, I think the tequila's hitting you worse than it's hitting me. Spock's not real." he gestured around the room. "This isn't real. It's just a really good set. And that guy," he nodded to Spock, "is just really into his Star Trek." Logan nodded to the Spock-wannabe. "Which is totally a valid life choice and hey, if you're going to do something-don't half-ass it."
He turned his attention back to Dean.
"But there's no beaming up or beaming down, because that's not real," he insisted. "I think we just need to close our eyes and try to wake up, because I can guarantee you that this is just a side effect of some really illegal tequila." He frowned. "Then again, if this is all a hallucination, then you're both just in my head."
He looked between the two men.
"Weird. Of all the people for my brain to come up with... I mean, it couldn't have at least been one of those hot alien chicks?"