Yeah, the scratches I can feel on my back would suggest it wasn't a dream. [Dean sat up too and rubbed his arm, trying to think of what to say that wouldn't start trouble. A joke was definitely out.]

[Really should get up and get some breakfast going to soak up the last of the booze. Of course, Sam looked like he was about to crawl under the bed and maybe never come out, so breakfast was going to have to wait.] You gonna be okay?