When Sam woke, it was to Dean asleep next to him, a hand on his arm. For a moment, there was some confusion, his expression twisting up... but then it all came back and Sam just... let out a soft grumble. Definitely not ready to be awake yet.

Still, he knew he should probably move back to his own bed soon. When dawn got there, Dean would want to go under the bed... probably wouldn't appreciate Sam passed out on the bed he had to sleep under.He brought up a hand to rest over the one Dean had on his arm, squeezing it gently, lingering there before starting to move it off so he could see if Dean'd let him slip off.