"Uh-huh..." Dean was so modest. Sam was content to lay there and keep up the motions. Probably not exactly a normal thing to do, but neither was letting your brother drink your blood, so it seemed like too much effort to get worked up about it right now. He let his eyes drift shut, his other hand still loosely holding on at his shoulder. He didn't really want to go to sleep or anything, sleep rarely meant good things for him, but he was pretty comfortable.