In between. [ A beat. He smiles wryly. ] I'm 21. Hit that milestone and woke up here, like, a month later. Great place to spend the prime of my life, huh.

[ Jeff takes his drink and gives the straw a little swirl, pausing as Dean mentions, well, that unnamed half brother. He offers the man a sympathetic frown, even though it's a concept so far removed from his own experience that... fuck, he has no idea what to say. ]

Oh. That... Sorry. [ He pauses, then tries for something... maybe happier? ] What's, um. What's Sam like?