Dean takes a sip of his beer then mutters 'fuck it' and gets up to retrieve the whiskey from his office. He brings it back with two glasses, pouring a little for himself, but leaving Sam's empty. If Sam wants some, he's more than welcome to it. He takes a sip and breathes out. "Okay. I get that." He says, nodding a little, mulling everything over. "I do. I get it. I hate it...I wish you could be happy here with Madison or Jess or...hell anyone." Yes, they both know Jessica has her own relationship she's happy in. "It sucks balls and if you show up and don't remember me, I'm going to smack the crap out of you until you do."

Dean nods a little. "So they told you it was a one-time deal? When do you go?"