Hmmm... too much. Crate of bottles on the front porch out of nowhere.

[ Cas shrugs a shoulder. He hasn't bothered keeping track of how much is gone. ]

We find something better to drink about than... [ Saying it is harder than it should be ]... well you know... I'll give you some of Dean's whiskey instead.

[ Just not something for this kind of occasion. Cas winces a little at his inability to even say it, not sure if he's trying to spare her or himself. ]

We can drink and look like shit together.