"You're drunk." It doesn't need to be said, it's pretty obvious. He huffs out something close to a laugh and leans in when an arm is flung around his shoulders.

Part of him is just glad to see Dean actually grinning again. Step up from back home. "Dude..."

He can't resist. He reaches out to lift up one of the strings of beads and pulls a face. "Seriously? Did you just take them from anybody who'd hand them to you?"

Not that Sam wasn't carrying quite a few beads of his own... People did like to hand them out.