Sam felt himself breathe out a sigh when Dean rolled over, doing the same. He couldn't wait for the effects of that blood to wear off entirely... and he really hoped Dean was right, that it only lasted a couple weeks. The weird attraction he had simmering in the back of his mind was getting him a little antsy. He wasn't freaking out over it since he knew why and that it was temporary, but that didn't make it any less awkward to be thinking about Dean in that way.

Or more like anybody right now. "Good. That's good, Dean."

This would go away though, so no reason to let it ruin his mood. The fact that his blood was apparently freaky was more than enough to add to the plate of things to be concerned about.