Seamus let Dean help him to his feet and leaned against him in a lazy approximation of a hug, more for comfort than actual support. "You're great," he insisted. "I just wish you didn't have to be." He sighed again and moved towards the bed, his fingers wrapped around Dean's wrist to drag him along for the ride. He didn't really need help, but the company was nice.
"You don't have to," he said, pushing his jeans down and stepping out of them before climbing into the bed and under the covers. "Got better things to do than watch me sleep, I'm sure." He covered a conveniently-timed yawn with one hand. He'd probably be out for a while and he wasn't expecting Dean to hang around.