"Hey, what's that--" He cuts himself off, since Dean had already told him what it was for. Spike supposes that's fair enough, staring up at their faces with detached interest.

He's glad to see them, like he always is, but there's an extra sort of fuzzy aspect that's being added in from the drugs that makes him want to spring up and pull them in for a group hug. Luckily for them, that sounds like way too much work in his current state.

"Share and share alike, right? Just being a nice guy."