"I dunno. Ever since I got here it's 'Dean! Dean!' left and right. Feels like every damn person in this place knows me." He doesn't sound all too happy about that. Who would be?

He doesn't even know who he really is right now.

But everyone else seems to think

they do.

Dean's already on shot number two, and he holds up the bottle, silently asking if the kid wants one too. He's not too troubled by the whole alpha male play. If anything, there's an internal eye roll at it. He's too old for games like that. "If you're such a veteran, why don't you fill in the new guy?"