You want to what? (Sam, Fred)
Dean didn't ask where Sam was going as the tall hunter was walking out. Instead, he just let the man leave. There were times that the older Winchester liked being alone to...relax. The beds didn't have Magic Fingers, but he wasn't going to complain. He didn't always need Magic Fingers for a good time.

With Sam out of the way, Dean didn't bother to close doors. He made himself comfortable and set to making himself even more comfortable. It didn't take long; not that had anything to do with his usual staying power. Honestly. With business done, he settled down for a nice long nap. He'd worry about dinner and his brother later. He felt way too good at the moment to care.