Dean made sure everyone ate. Sometimes it was good stuff, sometimes it was quick. But, they did not go hungry. It was one of the ways he said 'I love you' or at least 'I care that you exist.'
"Ooookay." Nothing like having an enigmatic answer. Things usually didn't go well when they weren't straight each other, but he just shrugged and followed the taller Winchester inside.
"Not really. Eric is causing shit. It would be better if he just died." He followed easily enough, looking around. It wasn't at all what he expected. "What the hell? What the fuck is this place?" There was awe, a soft bit of awe. What did this have to do with them? Dean always thought of the Winchesters as a package set, even when things happened to keep them apart.