Oh. So it was talking time. Sam ordered a beer and didn't answer just yet. Finally, he gave Jesse a somewhat strained smile.
"Here I figured that we'd at least get a little drunk before you asked me to spill my guts."
He turned his attention back to the bar and took a large pull from his beer before he answered.
"I just don't know how to make it right. Any of it. Especially here. Not to mention that we're still needed back home."
He didn't mention that Dean seemed to have forgotten that. It would sound bitter and he really did think his brother had earned something more like a normal life, even if it left him questioning where he fit.