It was a good thing Sam didn't try to apologize. Dean wouldn't have been able to handle that. Not with as guilty as he was feeling right now. Guilty, sick, and wrong. He nodded at the question and meandered over to the coffee pot to get it going. "Yeah, thanks."

He fiddled with the machine to start it brewing and then leaned his forehead against the cabinet above it, eyes closed. "Feel like there's a marching band going in my head. You feel okay?"