He can see Dean trying to read him, trying to make sure he’s really okay, and so Sam does his best to look completely okay. Which probably just means he looks slightly less than entirely pathetic, and not much worse.
>“Okay then.”
...It seems to work at least a little bit, though, which is great.
>“Though for the record? There's easier ways of getting a guy into the kitchen than crippling yourself. And this had better end with these so-called 'perfect' hamburgers of yours and not, y'know, your mom chasing me around with the rifle.”
Dean’s attention is safely on Jo now, so Sam can take a moment to yawn, the kind of yawn that’s so strong it sets his whole body shaking, or maybe he’s just still shaking now that he’s awake enough to realize it.
>>“That'll depend on how well you follow direction won't it?”
He manages to get it down to a mild tremor, though, thankfully, before either of them are paying him any attention again. He doesn’t want to have to deal with looking completely pathetic in front of anyone right now - never mind that both of them have seen him at his worst, and he’s pretty sure neither would really care (aside from maybe concern sort of caring, anyway) - it’s just... he’s done with that.
> “Y'hear that, Sammy? Bossy chicks are awesome. Makes me all warm-n-tingly when they take con-” >>“And don't worry, my mom only busts out the guns for the real threats.” >“-wait.” >“What's she mean, I'm not a 'real threat'?”
Sam can’t help but sporfle a little at that, and the look on his brother’s face and the way Jo’s looking like she’s totally pretend-uppity but dragging a blanket behind her (which he’s totally doing, too, if he ever feels like he can get on his feet and move, because being separated from the blanket is just totally not happening). He accepts the offered hand up with a little grateful smile, and Dean probably expects to he helping him up, not to have Sam practically pull his brother down in his efforts to get up, and he hopes he didn’t hurt Dean in the process but somehow he’s on his feet now, wobbly and blanket-wrapped and shivering again, but he offers a little nod that says I’m fine and thanks and let’s go all at once and he moves towards the door.