Dean winced. "Sorry, guys. It's not... he's just not used to anyone but me and Dad being around." He picked up his little brother, and set him on the counter. "Dad's out at work. So you know what? It's up to us to feed all of these nice ladies. Think you can help me with the waffles? It's hard work, but I think you can do it. You're strong, right?" Dean flexed, waiting for Sam to follow suit.