When Dean woke again, Sam was still warm and solid under her head. She could tell from his breathing and lack of murmured assurances that he'd drifted off into some sleep of his own. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked up at him. The position he was in couldn't be comfortable. Still, she was glad he was there. He was the only thing keeping her calm.

She leaned up slowly, careful of her injuries, and kissed his cheek. "Sammy..."