Sam was looking at Dean, so he hadn't exactly missed that look Dean was giving their waitress... and it earned the same eye roll it always did. Figured Dean was thinking with the wrong head again, like usual. "Alright, sounds good."

He pased at the apology, shrugging even though he doubted Dean'd notice... considering he was looking at everything but him. "Sorry... I guess I'm just not- used to this yet, man. I mean, I know what you are, but... I never really stopped to think about what your life might... be like now when I came for you." And it was just- weird to think how different they were now, to think they didn't really have the same kind of lifestyle in common anymore, in any sense. "I don't want you to get killed or whatever because of me, dude."

That's what that vampire from yesterday had threatened, right?