Dean, on the other hand, loves the bustle. Or he says he loves the bustle. Given that his favorite dream involves fishing on a quiet lake and the happiest he'd been in a long time was raking leaves in Lisa's back yard, it's entirely likely that he's lying. Which he probably is. He lies a lot, after all.

He shoves the money into his pocket and leads Cas to a liquor store, where he buys large quantities of alcohol. In his defense, he was running low. This is just...restocking! And then it's back to their motel in a slightly seedy area of town, where Dean promptly cracks open a can of beer and drinks half of it before doing anything else. Man, he is really on his way to liver failure.

"I mean it, Cas, dancers don't usually do that. You are something special, that's for sure."