Sammy f*%$ked up | Heaven

Something has been eating at Sam for weeks (maybe longer but time in Heaven is weird). Dean had prodded at him several times, but Sam hadn't opened up. Dean had finally decided that Sam would talk to him when he was ready. Dean is cleaning up the bar when Sam steps in. He can tell by the look on his brother's face and his body language that something is up. He reaches behind the bar, grabs a couple of cold beers, pops the tops on them, and pushes one toward Sam. "Dude, you do realize we're in Heaven and ninety percent of your problems can be thought away."