Sam sat at the table in the bar waiting on his brother. Dean had gone to get beers twenty minutes ago and was now at the bar chatting up two women.
Dean finally felt Sam glaring at him and returned to the table with the beer. "Sorry, Sammy."
"Don't worry bringing me my beer, which is now warm, makes up for abandoning me in a place like this," Sam continued to glare.
"Hm. Maybe it's just the lighting in here," Dean squinted and leaned toward Sam.
"Nothing. You just look a little green tonight."