Sam had spent his time pretty much fighting with both Dad and Dean... Dean more because he'd go along with Dad, no question at all and Dad because--well, he couldn't be in the same room with the man for five minutes without butting heads. Still it didn't mean he hadn't liked Dean, even if he'd been irritated as hell with him at the time.

Besides, back then? It had probably been more physical than anything, fueled more by pent up hormones and not very many outlets.

"Hm, your day, Dean. We can just hang out or break in some more of those toys." They were together now and definitely happy. He finished off his pie soon and stood up to put dishes in the sink for later.