Dean felt the bed move and, still in his jeans, still on top of the covers, he wriggled over a bit and flopped an arm across his brother, yawning into the pillows and sighing a little after it. He hated how crappy things had been since Henry arrived.
"Mm... Hey, Sammy? What do you think's in that place we've got the key for? What do you think is the 'supernatural motherload'?" He stretched a bit, his fingertips rubbing at the blankets.