"Pictures?" He gave a snort, trying to swallow back any nervousness. It wasn't like it'd take a genius to figure out something was off here. One big bed, no other bedrooms or a place for either Dean or him to crash. They were close brothers, yeah, but not quite sharing-a-bed-close. At least not then.

He shifted a little, trying to brush off that uneasy feeling. He didn't know what he was supposed to say to that. "Yeah, well... It's not like I knew then what I know now, Dean. I was a kid, so whatever I said, I was probably just freaked, man."

He hoped that was comforting enough.