Dean still swore he wore one. It was something that crazy bitch did, he was certain of that. It was better not to overthink it. He didn't want to think about it at all, really. Creepy monster children were almost enough to make a guy quit sex altogether. Almost.
"I'm not a grou--ow." The protein bar had hit directly in his face and he kicked Sam's thigh for it, dangling off the couch to grab the snack from where it had landed. Sitting upright suddenly, at Sam's words, Dean gave him a rarer, more fond smile.
"Yeah, well, we already figured out we're each other's weak spots. I guess that's never gonna change." He sat up properly, offering the protein bar back before holding it out of reach at the last second, giving Sam a challenging smirk.