They pull away from each other, and Dean clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head. Right, so that never happened. But he will stay in Sam's reach, whether Dean's conscious of doing it or not. Just in case.

Dean snorts. "I am so not the princess. Being the hero is more awesome. Besides, I bet I could pull off the overalls and 'stache way better than you, Sammy."

He pulls the stool closer again, settling down on it.

"You said you're tired. Feeling okay other than that?"