Thanks, man. [He took the pills and the water, swallowing a few of them along with the water. Breakfast... would be good. At least it'd make them feel better.]

Yeah, okay. I'll handle it.

[while Dean was getting his bag, Sam slowly got out of bed, stretching out a little before heading to the bathroom. Just needed to brush his teeth and maybe wash up a little then he could maybe focus on getting breakfast ready for them.]

[Problem with facing the mirror? He could see all the marks Dean had left behind last night.] Dean, dude... [He leaned in and inspected them a little.]

Hickeys... seriously?