"Not tonight, dude. I'll tell you some tomorrow if you still wanna hear them." He didn't really want to sleep thinking about it. Even if he didn't dream.

Dean finished getting ready for bed relatively quickly. He was kind of curious about why Sam wanted to know about the feeding frequency, but he figured now wasn't the best time to push the issue. Especially when he didn't really have time.

He wandered over to ruffle Sam's hair lightly. "Eat something. Real food, dude. Nothing from a gas station or a vending machine, okay?"