"Yours?" He paused, thoughtfully. He'd probably been in shock that night, half-dead and too weak to even protest drinking his own brother's blood. "At first? It was gross, dude... I think it was more the idea of it though, the shock.... from everything. Then it tasted better and better, the more I had."

He stopped talking again, just thinking how to answer without Dean thinking he was crazy or something. He took another swig of beer. "It tasted really good. Uh, I remember not wanting to let go of you actually."

Okay, so either way, he set himself up to sound weird. He cleared his throat, biting back a flush of color as he brought the beer back up to his lips.