Dean gave Sam a look. Seriously, way to make him feel special. But the rest of it was nice enough and he laughed a bit at him, rinsing his mouth out and leaning against the sink and looking up at him with an amused expression. "Alright. One day at a time, huh? I mean, we've kinda put each other through the grinder since I got back from Purgatory, and with Kevin, the Tablet, Crowley, Cas... we've got a lot to handle as it is."
He shrugged, pushing off the sink and heading into the bedroom, slapping Sam on the ass as he walked by him. "Time for bed, Sammy," he told him loudly as he headed for his bed and then grimaced at the mess. Peeling the sheets off, he sighed a bit. Typical it was his bed that got turned into a mess, but he wouldn't complain. He took off the top sheets and just wriggled into the bed, under the thin blanket.
"So, hey, where the Hell did you learn to do... all of that tonight?" He was sure he'd never caught Sam researching gay sex.