I dunno, I've never really wanted to try 'em either.

[ He's quite alright without it. Dean wipes the condensation off of his hand once the milkshake is in Castiel's hands and takes the next turn back to their place, nudging up the music just a touch.

It's kind of freakishly domestic, but he likes this. Ghost bullshit aside, he's...nearing comfortable, having Sam and Castiel there. Going out and getting food, doing all these normal things without everything else hanging over their heads. ]

Not a fan?

[ Dean snorts. ]

S'okay, more for me.

[ He pulls in shortly after, grabbing one of the bags and taking his milkshake back. ]

You wanna feed Boots? He's probably gonna lose his shit if we eat in front of him.