Dean breathes out heavily through his nose. It's not like they really needed the extra bedroom, but three chicks having a bigger space to live in than he did most of his life is making him grumpy, not to mention the constant fear that one of Castiel's many cats is going to get in and eat them. That's a fallout he does not want to deal with, and Dean reaches into the cooler for another beer.

"You think I made you just one?" he asks Derek, lifting the other side of the grill top to reveal six burgers warm and ready to go. "Please. Take three of those. Noah?" Dean hands him a plate with one for now. "More where that came from if you want."