Maybe talking about it and just having it all said made it easier to deal with. Well, they had a lot to get out in the open if that was the case. Of course, there were things they'd never bring up, or so Dean thought.
Smirking at the bottle and the protein bar on his legs, he didn't move, though he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling. "We don't have kids, that's why." He'd had Ben, and he'd screwed that boy up royally, but he'd put it right. Then there was Emma, but they didn't need to talk about evil Amazon spawn.
Looking down at Sam as he spoke again, the last part provoked a grin and Dean leaned his head against the back of the couch. "Aww, Sammy, you're getting soft in your old age."