Good job picking up on that! And Stan, indeed, is not completely okay with having a drunk giant around. He’s at least Irish in his background, so drinking itself would come more naturally to him, but it’s not something he’s done as a borrower (very unlike his human counterpart in BC)…
Once the aftershocks subsided, Stan looked up to find Dean almost completely filling his vision, looking at him expectantly as the borrower realized he’d been asked a question.
“Oh, u-uh… I dunno, it was… on,” said Stan between heavy breaths. He wasn’t exactly afraid, more flummoxed than anything. He recognized the smell on Dean’s breath as the gusts wafted toward Stan’s seat. Once in a while the witch would come home in a particularly foul mood with similar smells radiating off him, and those nights were absolutely no fun for Stan; any little thing could set Nicholas off, and there was only one tiny person he could take it all out on.
Sam sniffed. “Didja strike out?” he sassed, shifting his butt away from the reek of alcohol and cheap appetizers.
Rolling his eyes, Dean protested “Of course not! I just had to come back and rescue Stan from this fascinating night of procedural cop shows.” He looked back at Stan, leaning closer than normal in order to focus on the tiny features of the little man. “Really? Procedural cop shows?”
“He picked it himself!” Sam defended.
“There’s like two hundred of them on TV and they’re all the freakin’ same!” Dean complained.
This time, there was no stifling the laugh. Sam wished Dean was around to see the look on Stan’s face.
“No, no, no,” he hurried to reassure Stan, covering his mouth with a hand to muffle the few chuckles that made it through. “It’s a show. It’s make-believe, see?” Sam pressed the button to flip channels, and the screen switched to the news. Then to a movie, then to a soap opera. “See? No one’s stuck in our TV, they’re all just actors paid to be filmed.”
This was so much different than the pictures Sam had showed him on the laptop, the people he saw through the screen were moving and talking like normal people, yet somehow they fit inside the box.
“T-there are people in there!” Stan exclaimed, pointing at the screen as he turned a distressed look toward Sam.
Brothers Apart 