"That sounds like fun. I haven't been to an actual movie in forever." It was nice, to just be able to spend time with the people he cared about. He glanced up at the sound off footsteps, oofing when Bobby used him again as leverage to launch off the couch. Though judging by Sam's reaction, he got the better end of the deal. "Bobby, why?" He almost sounded like a teenager, whining after the dog.

"Welcome home, Dean. We were just talking about you. You ok, Sam?"