Food! You do love me. [He grinned wider and hopped to his feet to help with the bags. The tension from the last half hour or so faded away. He knew it was illogical to have gotten worked up in the first place. He just didn't deal well with people he loved not being where he left them. The irrational part of his brain had been convinced Sam wasn't coming back.]

[To his own apartment. Such an idiot, Dean.] I'll toss the beer in the fridge. You want one?