Sam really didn't see himself as a bronzed God. He knew other people saw him as attractive, but he didn't see it much himself. He definitely didn't see what Dean saw in him. Dean had the looks and the confidence to pull anyone in the whole damn world. He was just an oversized ball of flail that more often than not tripped over his own oversized feet.
He looked over to Dean at his question. "Hm? Yeah. I'm good, man." He would say he was fine even if he wasn't. "I felt pretty damn crap for awhile back there, but yeah. I'm good. How's your back?"