"Well then, it's a good thing you have a big brother at the ready to whip you up something good." He already had a sandwich prepared for Sam, as he remembered how hungry his brother had been when he awoke the last time. Dean walked with Sam to the kitchen and went into the fridge to grab the sandwich and a bottle of water for him. "Here's a sandwich, what else do you want?" He set the stuff down on the small table and went back to the fridge, kind of hungry now himself.
"How long were you down?" Was he talking about hell, or how long he had been asleep? "You were in hell for six months. You didn't last too long though and you passed the fuck out about two hours after being topside." That sounded like a reasonable explanation. Right?