"Wouldn't need it," he answered back, just burying his face more into the pillows and closing his eyes.
During Sam's shower, Dean drifted into a half-sleep state, and he felt something hit him, but just grumbled and shoved it off, hugging his pillow more and burying his face harder, pressing his face down so hard anyone would wonder how he could breathe.
"In th'mornin'," he mumbled, not moving at all anymore.