Dean felt the bed move when Sam got up and heard him moving around the room. Really should get up and do something productive, but he was comfortable where he was, still enjoying the latent body heat from where Sam had been laying. Maybe h'd get up when the blanket and the bed got cold again.

"You're imagining things, Sammy." He did finally roll over to speak more clearly. And to take over the spot Sam had been laying in. "I'm wide awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed."