Dean smiled warmly at how similar they really were in their obsession with keeping their pain from others.  It was something he would probably never get over, as John hand planted it firmly in his mind that he had to be tough for Sam.  He had to bottle it all up, and pretend to be fine, as long as it meant that he was ready to fight and that Sam was safe.

He leaned his head a bit to the side onto the side of hers, reaching his arm with some effort behind him to the other end table.  He grabbed the tv remote, and pointed it at the mounted tv on the wall separating the bathroom from the main room.  It had felt like forever since he had just watched tv, but there wasn’t much else he could do, feeling drunk, high, and exhausted all at the same time.

“You’re right about that.  It might be hard to explain if I had to have someone carry me out of here, because you’re running on half a set of legs…”, he joked back with her, placing his left hand on her stomach as he flipped through channels, “You know…I have been thinking about letting Dad take things on his own, for a while.  I know he would be super pissed about it, but I like this.  Head trauma and all…I like actually being able to exist without being fed bullshit about how much I complain.”

He spoke the words as he landed on ‘Dr. Sexy M.D.’.  He then laughed and pointed at the tv, “I love this show…It’s been forever since I’ve actually seen it.”

Even though he was struggling to keep his eyes open, his demeanor was begging for her to talk to him, just to distract him from how badly he just wanted to go to sleep.