Sam laughed. "A trick. Right. I'm sure she thinks that it's just a habit. Or a daily routine." See, that was the thing about dogs. They were always so cheerful. Always happy to see someone. This was why Sam preferred them over cats. He was pretty sure that it was the polar opposite with Dean, but he supposed that Dean had every reason to dislike anyone from the canine side of the world. Or in his case, hell.
"I'm never going to be able to sleep without having nightmares again. Just so you know." He looked over at her, feeling her hand brush against his skin when she pushed his hair around. "I'm sore," he admitted. "But, ah, Ruby healed my leg for me. So it's just mostly me regaining the feeling back in the rest of my limbs that I'm worried about. I'll live."