[Sam looks at the beer bottles with a slight scowl and roll of his eyes as he approaches.]

Really, Dean?

[The comment is so very Sam-like, that it could deceive, in the moment. Fool the ears of maybe even Dean himself. But then the man in the white suit with his carefully kept hair and pocketed hands stops, looks out over the water — and adds:]

Sam's subconscious was right, though. It told me to look for a large body of water... some fishing poles. A few opened beers. It's good to know your brother still has such a clear picture of you, even after everything.