Dean couldn't help laughing, swinging Sam back down to give him the rest of his bottle. "You know, you're gonna stay really good at that for the rest of your life. Stinkier, though. You get way stinkier. Which is really an accomplishment."
He extended his finger for Sam to hold again, still smiling, though it was somewhat strained. "You better hurry up and get big again soon, you hear me?"