For a few moments, John let their banter just wash over him, looking from one to the other, then back again. Being alive – it was something that, despite all his experience, wasn't any easy adjustment. Learning he hadn't been brought back by a deal, instead by higher powers, had taken the edge off that discordant feelings, but it was this that made it fade entirely, leaving John Winchester feeling like a real person again.
"Yeah, Sasqautch and the runt," he said with a snort. With only a few inches between them, and in about halfway between, the height jokes had always been amusing, rather than seriously taken.
"But, I figure, as I can still do this," and with two relatively quick motions, covering the necessary space, he had an arm around each of their necks in headlocks that were all show, rather than all force, "then there's still a nice rightness to the world."
It was more playful than he'd been in some time, more playful than he might be again until these demons were gone, but for right now he wanted to hold on to the good mood for just a few moments longer before they got down to business. Being alive again, he deserved that much, didn't he?
Not expecting any kind of answer from on high, he rubbed Dean and Sam's heads together in place of knuckling their heads separately, quiet laughter rumbling in his chest.