Sam glared at the guy behind Dean's back, making sure that he knew that he could kill him with his mind if he was so inclined. Jerk.
Dean went back for a second hug and really, Sam couldn't begrudge him that. Dean had actually lost a mother. Sam really never knew her as anything more than some sort of holy figure. But he knew that he loved her, fiercely. He saw her slip on the sweatshirt and zip it up, and kiss Dean on the cheek to thank him for bringing it to her. Then she looked at him and smiled.