Mm, that part's pretty good too, yeah. [His fingertips kept grazing the other's skin, tracing up his back. The laughter had died down, Sam's expression softening. Really? This was nice... they could just relax, not worry about anything. Maybe not normal like he wanted, but it was nice.]

[He brought his fingertips around to the other's side and over his chest.] How have things been, Dean? Since I left... [Maybe now wasn't the time to bring it up and he half-expected it to just get brushed off honestly...]