Sam looked up, a bit surprised when Dean actually got up and came over to sit next to him. When Dean pushed the laptop closed, he almost snapped - Sam had a sense of territory where his laptop was concerned and now that Dean had his own you'd think he could keep his mitts to himself, but... what stopped Sam wasn't any tolerance. It was something he heard in Dean's voice, something that almost sounded like a well disguised plea.
For us?
Suddenly Sam realized he was a little startled that there even was enough of an us for Dean to be saying that. Not that long ago, Dean had admitted that what they'd had was gone, broken forever by Sam's actions. His choices.
This was a choice, too.
Swallow back his impatience, letting go of the words on the tip of his tongue, Sam took a deep breath and then nodded.
"I'll call for a pizza."
In Messena, New York, people were dying. Going to sleep and never waking up. Sam had seen enough in the news reports and the other details he'd been digging up to have a pretty good idea that this was something besides an outbreak of tsetse flies.