After depositing Ben in the bed, John pulled off his grandson's shoes, nearly getting both off before Ben flopped over onto his stomach and sprawled out. It was the way both Dean and Sam had slept when they were younger, which had made sharing beds nearly impossible once Sam was big enough to take up more than the space Dean's sprawl left him at night. Recognizing it, John waited several beats and then his expression softened – not into a smile, given the set of it before, but at least not as hard – as Ben half-opened one eye, clearly mostly asleep but searching for the reason behind his change in location.
"Get some sleep, dude," he said quietly, keeping his hand on Ben's shoulder until the boy settled back down, then John stepped back to Mary could say goodnight.