Eventually, Sam eased away from Dean. He hadn't been able to sleep at all and just laying there stewing was driving him crazy. Especially when he could tell Dean wasn't exactly sleeping well. Taking a moment, he brushed his fingers through the other's hair, trying to sooth him a little.

Grabbing dinner it was then. Not that he was particularly hungry, but some fresh air'd be good. Easing to his feet, he grabbed the keys and headed for the door. Wasn't going to be gone long--he'd seen some drive-thru joints around here that'd do fine.