Looking up at his brother, Dean raised a brow, and the smirk on his face was almost an amused one. "Me being such a 'big hugger' and all?" He repeated Sam's words back to him, then dried his hands off fully, tossing the cloth aside and grabbing his bottle of beer.
"I'm fine. Just today was weird, is all. I mean, we did all that to get Alfie out and -- Bam! -- Cas ices the dude. It just... doesn't sit right." He shook his head, moving to sit back down on the tiny couch, feet coming up onto the table, his boots still on.
"We need to figure this crap out, but I don't even know where to start."