This was a bad idea. Meeting Dean like this. Sam didn't feel much of anything, but he did feel the awkward between his brother and himself. When Dean had come back from hell, he'd been different. He'd been stoic and silent, but emotion, even anxiety, could be seen behind his eyes. Sam had nothing, just a black and empty void.
He should walk away. Now, before...who was he kidding? It was already too late. The moment Dean walked into the kitchen, it was too late. It made sense that Dean was the one person, the one being, who could make Sam feel anything at all, but the fact it just made him feel awkward and stupid and useless didn't help his disposition at all. He sighed and flexed both his fists simultaneously. The muscles in his arms reacted, he felt it all the way into his shoulders.
"So. You settling in all right?" Sam asked. Lame, but it was something other than sitting and staring and trying not to stare and not knowing what to say.