action;
[Dean feels the vibrations on the floorboards as someone walks in and, under the assumption it's Sam, he just tilts his head up to where he normally tilts it when Sam's stood up and he's sat down.]
Sammy? [He feels the couch dip, not as heavily as it would if Sam sat down, and then a hand is settled on his arm and he pauses for a moment, then half-smiles.]
Hey, Doc. Sorry I can't... really do much right now.