[Sam takes the beer, though he looks a little leery of the bottle. He... kinda was rock bottom alcoholic for a bit, near the end there. But then again, he was rock-bottom alcoholic for a hot minute when Dean was fucking dead and rotting in the ground and he wanted nothing more than to burn in hell instead of him, so — why is he even going to worry about it?

He pops it open and sips.]

You know, I had some jobs after we split. Made life easier to just be paid in cash, so I was a bartender for a little bit.

... Really stupid idea in hindsight, but. Kind of nice while it lasted.