And Dean wasn't going to ask. He had a fair idea, after the third or fourth round, what was happening anyway. Better to not rock the boat any more than he already had. Although, if he was honest with himself, he was a tiny bit bitter when it felt like he was being punished for saving Sam's life. That bitterness did't last long when he reminded himself, for the thousandth time, that it was his fault Sam got hurt in the first place.

He nodded slowly at Sam's question. "Just a little crispy. I'll be fine."

He noticed Sam was dressed and ready to go. Probably not time for a shower and eating, so he went for the latter. Fortunately, vampires didn't sweat, so hopefully his clothes from the night before weren't too nasty. And hey... he was already in his boots. He suppressed a sigh as he grabbed a bottle from the fridge to heat it up.

"Do we have a destination?"