Dean gawks down at the palmful of pills.
"I'm a pharmacist," she explains, and sounds just a bit self-conscious.
"No shit," Dean croaks. He picks out a capsule of... hay?
"That's echinacea."
He tries to sniff it, just makes himself sneeze.
"Bless you." She shifts closer, points to a bright blue tablet. "This one's a decongestant."
"Really." Their thighs are touching. "What're these?"
"Vitamins. Multi- and C." He can feel her boob against his arm, feel the good warmth of her.
Dean snuffles. "Christo?"
"Sorry?"
"Uh. Favourite band." He takes the proffered water, downs the medicine. "So... where were we?"