Dean felt a cold nose on his foot, and he winced slightly. "Roxy, you've got terrible timing." He sat up to see what she wanted, chuckling when he saw a note in her collar. Sam had ingenuity coming out the ass.
He read it, stood, and stretched. "I've gotta help sam use the little boy's room - his leg's still jacked up. You want anything while I'm up, pretty?"