( Although the Bunker's had a few changes here in the Horizon — new bedrooms, mostly, dedicated to a few people who aren't here anymore and a few people who are — it's mainly the bar he wants to show her. The Roadhouse sits atop it, and it had long since been a burned-out husk by the time he met Rowena. It means something to him, which means showing it to her is significant. Bringing her into a place that matters to him is something that probably means more to Dean than it would Sam, or anybody else in the sphere of people they know, but he's sentimental like that. He places reverent value on these kinds of things. )

There's also the brain texting, but uh- yeah, you'll figure that out. It's a whole thing. Let's just get you good and liquored up before we gotta split, huh?

( Since he's buying and she's probably still broke. Not that he doubts her resourcefulness; if nothing else she could definitely con some dumb schlub into buying her rounds, but this way's a little easier. He's a voluntary dumb schlub. It's fine.

And so it goes, for the next couple of hours he'll keep her drinks topped up, put down a few himself, and try to keep things light for a little while. Some familiarity, a friendly face from back home, a little reprieve from the overwhelming onslaught that is adapting to Abraxas. It ain't much, but it's not nothin', either. )