"Anytime, Sammy." He supposed Dad would be doubly displeased with him for being one of the walking dead now, as well as encouraging Sam to leave the life if he wanted. Ah well.

Dean glanced down at the bottle and chuckled, answering in a low voice. "I'll tell you a secret vampires aren't supposed to tell... all synthetic blood tastes like shit. Some just tastes less like shit than others. Unfortunately, this isn't one of them." He shrugged and brought the bottle to his lips again. Wouldn't be any sense to wasting it.