Dean's tired of being jerked around, and he grunts, trying to pull Sam's hands off of him. It's a half-hearted attempt, and he mostly just sort of flops, grumbling.

"Quit manhandling me, Sammy," Dean insists. His eyes are half-closed, and he's just barely paying attention; Sam's alright, so Dean's body is rebelling and trying to put him to sleep.

All he does at Sam's accusation is laugh, though.

"Nah, you just attract the psychic people like flies, man."