Dean blinked when Bela hugged Sam, then smiled a bit to himself. He pushed himself off ot the bed (and away from Roxy's overactive tongue) to go hug his brother hisownself.
"How're you holdin' up? Your leg okay?" He clapped his brother on the back, chuckling. "Remind me to talk to you later 'bout some stuff that happened while you were... you know. Nothin' bad, just Bobby's gonna be comin' over with company later this week."
He examined Sam to see if he was holding himself differently - maybe he was covering up some pain with a different stance.