"Where've you been?"

"I needed stuff." Sam groped behind the bedside table until he found the outlet and plugged in the humidifier. "Got inhalers and more antihistimines, too."

"You knock over a CVS or somethin'?"

"What? No. I didn't, I wouldn't, rob anyone. Besides, it's late. I, ah, broke in." He huffed out an exasperated breath. "But you knew that. You feeling better?"

"Well, since you got all this stuff for little ole' me." There was a glimmer of humor in Dean's eyes. Finally.

"Asshat. This is for me. If this doesn't stop your sneezing, I'm getting my own room."