Sam watched him quietly for a few moments as he picked at the label of his bottle. He'd had time to get used to Dean drinking that stuff... it didn't bother him too much, really. "You know, you don't have to sit here with me, dude. You want to go talk to that waitress or somebody..."

Well, he wouldn't bitch about it, not when Dean was basically just sitting there waiting for him to finish eating. Had to be kind of boring.