Dean moves his hands to Sam's sides, squeezing slightly. "Come on Sammy, don't tell me I gotta beat it outta you." He hadn't made the same mental connections his brother had, he'd been too content and wasn't exactly letting his mind wander. He was busy being happy about the fact that this was a nice evening, where they'd stop bitching. He considered rolling his brother over so that he could at least look at his face, search for some problem there.

"Somethin' I did?" He leans back, taking some of his weight off Sam, he didn't want to push his brother but he wanted to know what was running through his head.