It's one of the reasons he didn't follow his brother into hell, or just killed himself after the dark events six months ago. The promise made to his brother. Even as he could only deliver a shell of a man containing a shattered soul and heart.

Dean blinked slowly, keeping eye contact. He was needed here, she needed him. Something felt very reassuring to him. To feel wanted. He was also surprised because he wasn't worthy of such attention, never have been.

"I can just start on quick ones. Get in, get out, and come right back here. Got nowhere else to go," he agreed as he took the offered glass, and finished it in one long pull.