Ohhhhh the bottle was good. It was warm and perfect and YUM. FOOD. Sammy's eyes rolled back into his head, blissfully as he greedily sucked down the food.
Something cold and wet nudged his foot, but he was very busy eating. He tried to see what it was for a moment, but didn't really care because he had food, Dean and a warm soft place to be. His belly was warming up and getting filled. Sammy grabbed one of Dean's fingers and held on while he ate like it was going out of style.