A law firm. Yeah, Sam'd mentioned that, and it was just so painfully Sam-- just like him to be quiet and earnest and trying to reassure him that it's okay, he's okay, but how are you, Dean, you look like h-- wel, you've looked better.

Dean takes another long swallow of his beer, drains a good half of it, and closes his eyes for a moment.

"So you gonna explain what happened?" Don't worry, champ, he'll talk about it. Awkwardly.