It was a good thing Dean was the one driving. Of course, after the last few weeks, Sam really did deserve to cut loose and relax a little. He smiled and finally ordered a second blood when Sam ordered his third beer. The waitress was still eyeing him like he might bite her at any second, but he was kind of used to it.

"I wasn't going to let you get more hurt because of me." He shrugged, then smiled a little. "And it's supposed to be a pretty good high, so at least it wasn't an awful remedy, huh?"