"I don't think he was ever really my type," Sam said honestly, "He's cool though, gotta give him that." Sam noticed Matty looking at him like that, idly wondering whether Matty expected to be fed a cookie every time he acknowledged Harry as a person. He knew better than to ask, Matty would never say no to a good cookie.

"It's Craig, the whiskey. I don't know if it'd be for you, Cas, but you could try." Bobby offered generously. "Matty's not getting any, he won't appreciate it properly."

"I only drink what Matty drinks. I am still getting used to alcohol." Now that it was no longer sinful. It still felt a little sinful at times.