Looking at his brother, Sam felt a confusingly combined surge of frustration, concern and affection, as well as the guilt that seemed to flavor everything these days.
At first, Dean had wanted to stay, and Sam had agreed.
Then, he'd seemed as if he wanted to be on the road.
Now, he looked tired, like he'd rather have stayed the night.
Either Dean didn't know what he wanted, or he was dicking his younger brother around, or Sam had completely lost his ability to read the elder Winchester, something which made him scared in deep places he did not dare show.
"Sure," was all he answered. Then he paused, looking at Dean.
"Dean, you look exhausted. I thought you wanted to go, but we can stay another night....?"