Dean's smelled weed - it hadn't smelled either good or bad to him, mostly just forbidden, but sweeter is nice. He manages to bump Derek's leg with his feet. "C'mon, I suck at being a bad boy." For Noah's presentation of an apple, though, Dean frowns.

Dean's actually pretty good with quick works of engineering, but he eyes the apple and the bag dubiously.

"I have no idea what's happening," he admits. "Am I already high? Are we smoking it through an apple?"