Nodding, Dean rolled his shoulders back and breathed out slowly. Quietly, he raised the soda again and drank a little more. It left him with a sense of calming, and the fact that he knew that he had his ‘family’ around him, or what he had left.

“This soda is good. How do you make it? ” castiel asked curiosly.

“Soda factories.” Dean gave a half-hearted shrug. He personally did not care where the soda came from just as long as it was some good soda. It was just how things rolled with the humans. Only those people who cared dared to venture further - that life was not for him.