Dean smiled, laughing out of gratitude and the absurdity of the situation. "You know Mia, yeah. And Jon is pretty funny. We'll have them over for pie or grill with 'em sometime, would you like that?" Dean moved the compress back to Sam's forehead.
"You're not a wuss, Sammy." Dean shook his head. "You're just real sick. But you're gonna fight it, aren't you?"