[In a life led with things like werewolves trying to rip his face off, this wasn't the most distressing thing to ever happen, in Dean's opinion. Of course, if Dad ever found out, he might just have to revise that opinion. Quickly. And on the run.]

[The defeated tone in Sam's voice made something hurt inside him. He hadn't meant to come here and ruin his brother's new life. It appeared that he had, though.] Yeah, sure. I'll grab 'em.

[He swung his legs down and stood, making his way to the bathroom to hunt down the bottle.]