Dean smirked as he sat back up. "Well, Bobby said he'd come over in the morning. And I, for one, can wait." he said bluntly.
Sam stared up at Dean with disbelief. "Wh-what?!" Sam sputtered. Dean raised his legs up onto the bed. "You're joking, right?"
"Nope. 'Sides, you had me scared out of my wits about you. I tired, Sammy." Dean said, enforcing his point with a yawn that left Sam clinging to Dean's thumb with his eyes squeezed shut. Dean blinked at Sam. "Hey, you alright?" Dean asked worriedly.
Sam opened his eyes as the look of pure terror slowly left his face, though the death grip still remained. "I-I'm okay." Sam answered back unsteadily. Dean frowned slightly. "Seriously, I'm okay. Just…dude, you're big enough to swallow me whole. I didn't wanna know that. Or find it out while dangling right in front of it."
Dean gave Sam a sympathetic look. "Sorry, Sam. I didn't know." he murmured.
"Neither did I…"
"Anyway, I'm goin' to sleep. I need some shut eye after the stunt you pulled earlier." Dean continued.
Sam nodded. "Yeah, I get it." Dean lowered his hand close to the bed and Sam let go of Dean's thumb. Dean flopped back onto the bed, sending Sam a few inches into the air. Sam landed back on the bed, disgruntled and startled.
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