"Vallo," he repeated. His eyes were closed too as he held onto the hug. To him it felt like ages since he'd last seen Dean and there was a big part of him that thought he never would again. That part was loud, very loud, and he was ignoring the other part that was telling him that he'd just seen Dean five minutes ago as he passed him in the hall. He needed this. Ever since he was little his brother always meant safety and that things were going to be alright, and that was no different for him now.
"Uh... I remember - being in Hell. For like... two seconds, well, you know, not long, and then I was here. This place," he pulled back from Dean and gave his shoulder a final pat. "It all seems like seconds have passed but you've had time to," Sam touched his own face and gestured to Dean. "Looks good though. I like it"