Logan pretended not to take stock of the expression on the elder brother'a face, nor take offense at the tone the street names might have been given in. This wasn't the time for a fight and despite having a fairly lethal temper, Logan had lived long enough to be able to assert some level of control over his primal instincts.
He listened to the next bit about the streets moving. That wasn't something the mutant thought he had ever heard before in his life. Voluntary street and building reassignment. Great. Well, Logan could track down what he needed so it wouldn't bother him too much. He hoped.
"'Preciate the offer, kid, but your brother don't look so keen on the idea. Best if we split ways after we're done here. No offense," Logan said, turning to the bartender. He nodded at the man and motioned to the three of them, "'Nother round for these boys. S'on me."
With that task done Logan turned back to Sam and Dean, "It's nice ta have good reception in a place like this. If I didn't know any better of say at lead of the pair of ya you know who I am. Reckon the other one might have a good idea but the look on his face suggest that he ain't too sure. Which I can settle with a demonstration if ya'd like. Help ease that confusion."
It wasn't a threat. Logan was on to the fact that at least Sam knew him in some way. How, he didn't know. But the expressions on the younger of the brother's face, and the smell of anticipation and delight had the Wolverine about floundering. And the lack of recognition from the other suggested that perhaps Dean was on the fence. A simple flash of claws could settle that. Or perhaps Logan could crack the very counter in half with a fist. Either way.