Dean rubs at his face, getting rid of the traces of moisture there, and stares at Sam, moving closer than before. Sam sounds tired, and Dean looks it; the circles under his eyes are worse than they've ever been.

"Dunno, man. Woke up here covered in snot, and heard you were in trouble." Dean says, with half a smirk. "Had to save the damsel in distress, y'know."